Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Jade.
JADE!
EVERYONE-S GONE to New York, New York City. Nuevo Vista! Somehow we-ll find OUR glasses, to see, how U dance!
JADE!
Everyone-s gone to Manhattan, a travel-carpet BAG, a RAGE, a schemer-babee. That ..Yup!... kisses Ol Broadway, a City of abstemtious-thieves, who pick-pocket the moonlight, even its silhouette ain't sacred, the ghost of YOU, a Madonna in Plaid! Feeling Groovy!
JADE!
Everyone-s gone to Rock N- Roll, the Big Apple to UN-bear their Soul. Heteros, Lesbos, Homos, Ethnics, Tit-less, BIGGISH ones, Pan-fried, etc., etc., in an UN-forgiving GOTHAM, the market of market, AMERICAS GARMENT DISTRICT....Can U write a Song…..
JADE!
I am dying. I got a bottle of NIGHTRAIN red Vino. I-m on the Staten Island ferry. In my twilight I see the Statue of Liberty
Oh! Yo! Sweet Jade....
c2019,davedelacroix.
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