Coffee & cheesecake – namely New York
Cannot say fairer than that
I mean, you could try but I’m afraid you’d be met altogether by a rather unsavoury demise
Even before the a.m. has ever truly begun
A farmer’s tan owing to one such ghost-drive aside a most sumptuous Golden-gate coastline
The Irish in you will know just what I mean
Steal me away all over again, why don’t you, Manhattan!
For I am the mad-hatter, you and yours my lonesome and equally creative disguise
Where being one such cliché seems to suit entirely
Speaking of which, I do indeed feel for those nine-to-fives
Whilst I might be burning the candle – up all night
They get to rest their all too weary heads – chained, momentarily paralysed, to their monstrous King Koil beds