New York Tendaberry

                                  New York tendaberry

Blue berry

A rush on rum

Of brush and drum



And the past is a blue note

Inside me

I ran away in the morning



New York tendaberry

Blue berry

Rugs and drapes and drugs

And capes

Sweet kids in hunger slums

Firecrackers break

And they cross

And they dust

And they skate

And the night comes



I ran away in the morning



Now I'm back

Unpacked

Sidewalk and pigeon

You look like a city

But you feel like a religion

To me



New York tendabery

True berry

I lost my eyes

I east wind skies

Here where I've cried

Where I've tried

Where God and the tendaberry rise

Where quakers and revolutionaries

Join for life

For precious years

Joined for life

Through silver tears



New York tendaberry