White Sky

An ancient business, a modern piece of glass work
Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing
The elderly sales clerk wont eye us with suspicion
The holy motor corporation is giving its permission
A 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
[01:47.26][00:57.52]You waited since lunch
[01:50.69][01:00.64]It all comes at once
Around the corner
The house that modern art built
I ask for modern art
To keep it out the closets
The people who might own it
The sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor
The Richard Serra Skate Park
Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions
While all the horses race the taxis in the winter
Look up at the buildings imagine who might live there
Imagining your wolfords in a ball upon the sink there