This will be a great city if they ever get it built
Terry Street is a gaping hole
Guarded by six burly men
Wearing hard hats bulky gloves and brightly colored vests
One of them might be a burly woman
Not my problem one of them says
So you keep heading north on 25th
And hope that you can get to the east side
By taking a left a left and another left

Woodpecker on the ground dabbing away
The kind with a red skullcap on the back of its head
Doesn’t have to play its part
Stuck to the side of a tree

That last attempt was pretty good
You didn’t do it perfectly but you didn’t have to
After all there’s more to life than technical processes
Conversation at the outdoor table
But then somebody had to know how to make the espresso
They had buy the equipment somewhere
Oh well there’s always next time

Did Milton’s daughters enjoy taking dictation
Did they even consent
Did one of them maybe like it more than the other did

Foods have different properties
It’s hard to tell which one is responsible
For that bout of urticaria
The cheese the wheat germ the fruits and vegetables
The lamb stew like a secular Seder
The glass or two of merlot the creamy dessert
Not one of them is as forthcoming as we might wish
Or maybe it’s some occult combination