Rare
The clear light of a summer sjy
In this city
New York City
The sun can not burn off the haze
Rarer still are the days of easy breathing
In this city
But I knew what to expect
when I moved here
To this city
From Boston
My hometown
In a stolen car
At night driven by the need to leave a racist city
Gambling all on the love of a southern woman
Ro left for Paris the day
Before I arrived
Her gone had nothing to do with me
The stolen car gone with the dawn too
Leaving me
In this city
New York City
In the summertime
At night with the stars
Up in the sky___
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