Admittedly, I did not think about Martha & the Vandellas at all whilst writing this. Mostly, I think it was Billie Holiday’s version of “April in Paris”—chestnuts in blossom replaced by taxi cabs sighing, obviously. Really, it was my torturous subway ride to and from band practice on Wednesday. That’s three sentences beginning with adverbs. Enough already!
New York in June
new york in june
the kind I never knew
the weighted air
so still out there
I can’t believe it
new york in june
taxi cabs are sighing
with fitful breaths
their tired vents
emit frustration
and the subway cannot bear
the staleness of the air
the night grows heavy
the streetlights, they glisten
and we try hard to sleep
through our
new york in june
this kind we never knew
the starless skies
ablaze with signs
we can’t believe it
we cannot leave it
and the air conditioner’s out
hanging useless from the window
the ceiling fan’s slow
the fridge starts to rumble
and we try hard to sleep
through this
new york in june
the kind you always knew
the heaving crowds
a sea of sound
can you believe it?
why won’t you leave it?
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hey sis…did you write this song??? and was that your voice??i am so stupefied…and the guitar was amazing…