I’m sorry
that I couldn’t make your show.
I was on the F train
when I decided not to go.

A girl just like you
was smiling at her boyfriend’s phone.
They were both wearing red pants;
and they made me feel so old.

I got out at West 4th,
instead of going back to Queens.
I felt like the straight man
in an endless Halloween.

I heard you rocked it,
and that they want you back for more.
Those boys from Brooklyn
keep on knocking on your door.