Cape May

the yellow cabs don't stop
 down broadway I turn my head to the sidewalk
 use what little money I have in the diner
 I didn't know that I could be so wrong
 I can find a few things to blame it on
 I looked right through you
 and you could only watch me fall
 like rain on a window
 in the cold museums
 in the sports colosseums
 were you just a bank receipt in my pocket?
 the nights were free set my mind wandering
 a light that shined only for me
 I followed until to legs became weak
 south through the city over the bridge
 through turnpikes and tiny roads
 curving through dead meadows
 where spring violets grow
 to the wetlands and shore sands
 of Cape May
 I looked right through you
 and you could only watch me fall
 like rain on a window
 greying greens, blue so deep
 the dormant volcanoes sleep
 the wind has blown, the moon is full
 the birds have flown
 gold on gold on gold on gold on gold