Frankie

Morningside Heights but back then
The building was nice
Old biddies out front with The Watchtower
Ask if you know Christ she buzzed me up
Elevator grind and hiccup
Pray it don't get stuck
I had the Cuban cut (say word)
Whole floor smell like nag champa
Shoes at the door, roommate was
Little bowl, no blunts
Lie, I had to burn it raw had to burn it raw

Dick Gregory on vinyl
Rugs like 1970's Cairo burn sage
Roll j's on Anne Harriet bible
She found on 113 half the stuff in here they
Found on the street
I helped carry that TV, stupid big
Corner apartment, the sun run riot
French doors
Hardwood shining to where thе sun got tired
Frankie looking like shе might
Just burst into fire
Summer months burning by the sun the
Crooked teeth just made 'em more flyer
Dispatch, soft feet, a distant choir
Floating broken jazz float in
Big windows open
It's easy to forget we in the ocean
Italian icees
Marinos left out 'til slightly unfrozen
Tiny window waiting for that moment