The One Who Is Not Being Born

The Woman I Love She Got A Prize Fighter Nose, Cauliflower Ears And A Run In Her Hose.

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.

Fortune Or Fame, You Must Pick One Or The Other, Though Neither Of Them Are To Be What They Claim.

Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.