Bring The Refreshments Up To My Mother's Apartment
They Are Needed For Tomorrow
And The Night After Maybe
Hopefully There Won't Be Too Many
Up The Service With The Trolley And There She Sits
In Her Nightgown And Curlers And An Old Age Smell
From The Kitchen Table She Points Where To Rest Them
There's Tip-less Thank You And I Curse
The Old Lady The Whole Way Down
Because I Had Forgot
And She Hadn't Reminded Me
By The Time I Reach The Front Gate Ashen Script
The Size Of Hands Float Down To The Ground
Smoke Over Buildings With The Sweating Wind
Blowing It To Us And The People
Fire Engines Race First With Young Harlemites On Bikes
In Toe To See The Flames
No Wonder They Don't Trust You, You Revellers
Sirens Stop And Choppers Start Circling Above The Rest
With Every Vision Of Every People
It Has To Be Somebody, It Just Has To Be
It Is Never An Accident When It Comes To Us
Anti-Murmurs Cleanse The Air Quick But Not Forgotten
As A Mexican Smoker Raises His Head
Only To Have It's Tip Cut Off
He Took A Little, So Did We
And They Expect Their Sympathy From The Front Page
And They'll Get It On The First Print
Tomorrow Night In That Apartment
It's Only Been Over A Day Yet
He Will Still Be The Second Thought
But Why Should That Change Now That He's Gone
Though She Might Remind Someone It Was The Place They Did Marry
If She Must Search For Some Reason For The Sadness
To Push Out Those Tears
And Keep Out The Whispers
As She Shows Them The Ashen Script
She Caught From Her Apartment Window Last Night
And They'll Tell Her It's A Bit Of History
Worth Keeping
But For Her It Is But More Ashes
To Place Upon The Mantle-piece
CK
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