I’m in Detroit,
The blighted holy land
I love the best,
But I wish I was
In a New York train with you.
I’m lonely in the sunlight,
I might not survive the rain.
Uriah, you've done it again. Another beautiful piece that reveals so much about its author - so painfully; so elegantly. love, Allie xxxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful, nostalgic piece. Those last two lines could have been written by Bob Dylan., Take care. Always your friend, Sandra