New York Head
On my way to work
While listening to Stevie on the Four
We stopped at the station before Burnside
While a fire was in progress
Right under our car
Heavy smoke rose up all around us
Covering our silver Kawasaki
With a white
Pine-tar-scented cloud
Was service interrupted?
Did anyone get shook?
Nope
Why?
To know the answer to that one
You hafta’ be in a New York head
John Christopher
1989
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