DEDICATED

Bring the orchestra up to our room

and we’ll have eggs and vienna sausages.

Let them play THE SIDEWALKS OF NEW YORK

until we toast everyone we know until all that is left

of the world are the people we don’t know yet,

all ready for our toasts, although they would never

know it, and once we do, we will know them, 

in a way, but not so much as to be a bother but

instead a delight that we all shall someday, with

a hearty toast, forget.