Midnight in New Amsterdam,
America's bedroom for a one-night-stand.
Sexy jazz and jazz club sex,
sour house wine and cigarettes.
Confessional notes on the bathroom walls,
and sleeping it off in hotel halls.
Awake with her lipstick still on your face, you search
yourself in the bathroom mirror.
You look from atop the Empire State Building,
and see a vision of prosperity the world traded.
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