Then it's your business

A modern piece of glasswork

Down on the corner that

You walk each day in passing

The elderly sales clerk

With eyes full of suspicion

The whole corporation's giving it permission

The little stairway

A little bit of carpet

A pair of mirrors that

Are facing one another

Out in both directions

A thousand little Julias

That come together

In the middle of Manhattan

You waited since lunch

It all comes at once

Around the corner

The house that modern art built

I ask for modern art

To keep it out the closet

The people who might own it

The sins of pride and envy

And on the second floor

The Richard Cera Skate Park

Waited since lunch

It all comes at once

Along the park walk

Ask all of our questions

While all the horses

Race taxis in the winter

Look up at the buildings

Imagine who might live there

Imagining you're walking

On a bowl upon the sing there

You waited since lunch

It all comes at once