Writing a note,
 "Dear Sal, I hope you'll agree..."
 Then catching a bus,
 Just after dusk,
 A one way trip to the city.
 A cold water flat.
 A hot plate,
 A hat.
 The want ads are strewn on the floor.
 And you get so mad, when your ma and dad
 Reflect when you look in the mirror.
 But I see you there
 Nude at the top of the stairs
 (but so far away)
 And I recall all
 Your dreams and your schemes
 Moving me.
 The plans that we made,
 A street serenade
 You can't be like your brother and mike,
 Content just to live and get by.
 I hope that your fine,
 At 13th and 9.
 Waxing or waning?
 Your call.
 But I see you there
 A light at the top of the stairs
 But so far away
 And I recall all your
 Hands and your plans moving me
 The sense that it made
 A street serenade