An ancient business
A modern piece of glasswork
Down on the corner that

You walk each day in passing
The elderly sales clerk
Won't eye us with suspicion

The whole immortal corporation's given it's permission

The little stairway

A little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors that
Are facing one another

Out in both directions
A thousand little Julias
They come together

In the middle of Manhattan

You waited since lunch

It all comes at once

Around the corner

The house that modern art built
I ask for modern art
To keep it out of the closet

The people who might own it
The sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor

The Richard Cera Skate Park

You waited since lunch

It all comes at once

Sit on the park walk

And ask all the right questions
Why are the horses
racing taxis in the winter?

Look up at the buildings
Imagine who might live there
Imagining your wolflords

in a ball upon the sink there

You waited since lunch

It all comes at once