A painter before the Renaissance
sees only how and when he wants.
But later, he’ll be a better painter,
do a series of Italian restaurants.
And even though I live in Jersey,
every time I go,
I know I gotta leave New York.
I gotta leave New York.
on a Clydesdale horse.
Expensive divorce, I say.
And what is it that drives us?
Say, what is it that drives us all away?
In any case, I’ve got to leave New York.
So Jersey can return to being second rate,
to meditate on the reality of rich and poor.
No time to consider when you’re
still living in New York.
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