Albany wakes up sharp
Like a muddy crack of green thunder
The businessmen are rude in the elevators
and leave an expensive trail, a stain on the air
(I'm not impressed)
My pupils are dilated like mikcaps
so I keep my eyes trained to the ground
I miss industry, chugging chimneys, American royalty
I see Mexicans sawing lumber
I see a band-aid pasted across sidewalk cracks
I see turkey bones
a lonesome boat dry
a parrot in the window screaming
Andrew is so polite to gas station attendants
treats his friends like shit
Because those gas station attendants
would never forgive me
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