Fall descending on a Tuesday night
resurrecting a world in the shadows
pulled from my shelf all bound in pages
copyright stamped 1955
(On the Upper East Side in a kimono
before her in overly golden rows
the lovely women in furs and coats
but mother, she don't even bother
They came to the world in a radio show
and grew up to shatter the status quo
with an existential chip on his shoulder,
the world is bending on brother)
I am meeting Franny and Zooey
the timely friends of our undoing
St. Seraphim of Serov leading
the plaintive pilgrims to the something
I'll finally toss it aside
with indifferent spit in my eye
The meager mediocrity
is shunned in the shadows
Autumn landing on the tip of my shoe
Kicks are treading the walks in my 'hood
clouds and sweaters must come from heaven
and what awaits on page 55
(On the Upper East Side in a kimono
before her in overly golden rows
the lovely women in furs and coats
but mother, she don't even bother
They came to the world in a radio show
and grew up to shatter the status quo
with an existential chip on his shoulder,
the world is bending on brother)
I'll finally toss it aside
with indifferent spit in my eye
The meager mediocrity
there's a world in the shadows
