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