the table is set with game board upon
in a bag enclosed unknown letters
every sound from our English lips
who picks one closest to "A" matters not
pick seven, maybe a blank
but we're so easy called away
let the letters stay
like money in a bank
here comes Brooklyn, going back
long long flight long long wait
continental twenty-four hour
time slowing down speeding up
Sheepshead emerging from the flood
empty and encased in mud
open up our favorite doors
retile that rotten basement floor
smoke that smoke forevermore
people there are hugged and kissed
touchless Asia, handshakes limp
"step aside a little" becomes "excuse"
false emotions will abuse
Bloomburg carved out Brooklyn's heart
iceburg hamburg served in suburbs
to hold you, dear daughters
worth every mile a minute
and squeeze out every litre of love in it
when we return to Shui-Jing Street
to once again Nala and Sweeney-Poo meet
they'll wonder where we've been the while
meow their meows and smile their feline smiles
that tabled board game we rudely interrupted
we'll play on due time like we'd never left it
enjoy the ride with my rider by my side
in Brooklyn and Taichung, a world so wide
laughing and loving with nothing to hide
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