NO SLEEP till BROOKLYN, part 2
(dedicato: Carol Aniello.)
NO SLEEP till Brooklyn, gigs U wanna or don't wanna go. No sleep to Nirvana, that place, Curry-flavored, that drives U colonistically (WOW!) with desire? No sleep till Brooklyn, over the sea, a Fame or Holly-wood, some place U will never see. No sleep till Brooklyn, your Lady she lies, warmth, in your arms. No sleep till Brooklyn, there lays your WIRE. No sleep till Brooklyn, I'll rip off my shirt. No sleep till Brooklyn. under a Manhattan illusion shadow. PHEW!!!?
....On the OTHER HAND....We can always "Party" with a bottle of NIGHTRAIN on the Staten Island Ferry? Back & forth. There's-that?
c.2025. dave Delacroix
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