Take me to the park,
where I can watch the people play,
and eavesdrop on the park bench
as Eric chats up Dave.
I’ll listen to the bongo drums,
and folk guitars in song;
while ventriliquists and puppets
urge the crowds to laugh along.
I’ll say hello to cavaliers,
beagles, whippets, pugs;
and watch the friends and lovers
blowing kisses, sharing hugs.
While hipsters strut their sidewalk steps,
and artists play with chalk,
I’ll sit here in the sunshine,
in a green park of New York.