The rain slams into the winshield 
of the expensive cheap rented car.
Rain, my oldest, and second my dearest friend
is now just spit from an angry and hazy New. York.
Anew York who hates me not.because I come to it
to live the death for a short while, Alas.
Aye knew Yor'k - who hates me not.for dreams unfilfilled
and sweet lips not kissed.  Not for myself,.
For all that I am (!) Not., But for my difference, Aye
New York and he hated me.

                                  S.D.  7/15/96