Coming From My Vacation

                                      {Written on train on N.Y. and N.E.R.R., Sept. 20, ‘90}

Back to the new life, back to the city;

Back with my good wife, oh what a pity.

Back from the old scenes, back from the river;

Back to the baked beans, oh how I shiver!

Back where the bad cats fight in the alley;

Back where the silk hats on the corner dally.

Back where the horse cars run over people,

Back where the prices are higher’n a steeple.