The nation business
A modern piece of glasswork
Down on the corner that
You walk each day in passing
The elderly sales clerk
Won’t eye us with suspicion
The whole immoral corporation’s giving its permission

A little stairway
A little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors that
Are facing one another
Out in both directions
A thousand little Juilliards
That come together
In the middle of Manhattan

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

Around the corner
The house that modern art built
I ask for modern art
To keep it out the closets
The people who might own it
The sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor
The Richard Cera Skate Park

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once

Sit on the park walks
Ask all the right questions
While all the horses
Racing taxis in the winter
Look up at the buildings
Imagine who might live there
Imagining you walk
Into the bar upon the string there

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once