All the cities in the World
and so very little time
And so many different girls
all you have to do is find them.

There’s a wealth of opportunity
you make your plans accordantly.
A pity but the pretty ones
are usually more touristy

say:
How’d you like to run
away from these machines.
Everywhere the spies
are printing out our dreams.

Seven stops in 
seven different countries.
Seven pages itineraries.
Memories thick as bloody Marys
Jesus, Joseph, 
bloody hell

right now:
We’re here in Boston,
in love with downtown crossing.
New-York will still be there in the morning.
Come back to bed, my darling.

I had Julian and Steve,
you had Julia and Janette.
You wear your terror on your sleeve
for all the men I haven’t met
yet.

I had Oliver in Potsdam,
you had Eleanor in Amsterdam.
We’re keeping scores so carefully
we’ve lost the state we’re in.

Completely honestly.
Your foot is out the door
and I’ve got scores of offers elsewhere.
I keep both feet planted
firmly in the air.
Tomorrow you can totally
erase me from you’re mind.

But trust me
everything is fine,
because right now:
We’re here in Boston,
in my apartment in the South end.
Forget your year in London.
Come back to bed, my darling.

You can put the details in a letter.
The more embarrassing the better.
Right now I can be happy if I choose to.
I know that in the morning I will lose you.

And maybe I’ll go mad
and maybe I’ll go grey.
Or pack up to Berlin
or maybe it won’t matter anyway.
We’ll find out that your mom was right
and you’ll admit you’re really gay.
And maybe we’ll wake up
in a city far away.
Or maybe we’ll make up
and buy a house.
and have a couple kids,
a Labrador, a micro-wave

but anyway right now:
We’re here in Boston,
in Eden where you
almost pulled your pants down.
Don’t worry who these jokes will all be lost on
come back to bed my darling
There is nothing in the world that we can count on.
Even that we will wake up is an assumption.
But I know for a fact,
that I loved someone.
And for about a year he lived in Boston.
In Boston.