Miss New York - Brendan Hines

Hobos and tacos

and broken down Hondas

No-doze and slo-mos and Jane Fucking Fondas

Sunshine and red wine

And how is the torque?

I miss New York

Fuck you but thank you

May I ask who’s calling?

Run throughs and jet blues and beach volleyballing

Palm trees, exposed knees

I punched Mickey Rourke

I miss New York

Washington Square, are you still there?

Do you still have drugs, jugglers and bucks to spare?

Sunglasses, free passes

and come see my band

Valets and bad plays and condoms in sand

Freeways and delays,

Carnitas means pork

But I miss New York

Marine layers, mad dog stares and avocados

Drunk driving, high fiving, money up my nose

Texting and sexing,

I hugged Mickey Rourke

But I miss New York

Tompkins Square, are you still there?

Do you still have bugs, mohawks and drugs to spare?