Note to Self -

I’m an afterthought of an asterisk

The second son of a calculated risk

A Pollock canvas on a blank wall

You don’t know me at all

I am Brooklyn lost in the Cape’s kiss

Annie Hall with a clenched fist

Spiritus after last call

You don’t know me at all

But sometimes I feel free

There are no ghosts between these walls

There’s only you and me

And some nights end just right

when there’s nothing left to talk about

and I don’t want to fight

and for a moment

it’s all right

I am the last in a series of firsts

The best of the worst of the worst

A virgin birth at the Town Hall

You don’t know me at all

I am a snow day in a summer town

An airstream trailer that sits broken down

Not even one shot of the four of us on the wall

You don’t know me at all

But sometimes I feel free

There are no ghosts between these walls

There’s only you and me

And some nights end just right

when there’s nothing left to talk about

and I don’t want to fight

and for a moment

it’s all right