Punching Clocks, Not Walls

Having met Mr. Gogos
and reminded of the spirit
of his home city, New York,
I know I'll get back there
again sometime.

Hotel Chelsea, where Pop and
I stayed for one week so many
years ago, remains strongly...
the place driving my geographic
yearnings.

Until I get back, it's lost music
for my heart
and reading Buk after punching the
clock each night.

While I may be quite the royal mess
on the outside, this comfortable
solace inside keeps me at peace.