Welcome Home.
You've been out for some time
Your mother was worried, you know
Out on those filthy streets, doing who knows what.
You're back now, but not for long
As there is a slab of concrete, down in Manhattan
And he's calling your name now, here, in the hot winds of July.
You have no time for dinner, or a shower, or to kiss your childhood pets hello
Duty is calling for you, young soldier
and He's whispering your name through gritted teeth,
ready to offer you a place to stay, if only permanent.
And you, the Wandering, cannot pass up the opportunity for solidity ,
for the Forever Home you've read about in your nighttime fairy tales.
You are the sentient ball of lead that has liquefied, cooled, and formed again within my stomach on constant
Nearly two decades ago, you were born of Gin and tonic
and Today, Here, during this hot summer
You are about to make your home
on the hard ground
in New York City
