One hour to get to State Street
And I’m thinking of post cordial bullshit
The kind of hellos that feel like have to’s
and bi-annual acquaintances
It’s a question of intimacy and an answer in gin
Ideally she and I would sip it quietly and dark
About old times and giggle over cheese like grown ups
But she’s gone west now
and, anyway, I think she quite dislikes me
I’ve Got 30 left to get to State
and I'm Not sure how I’ll make it
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