lou reed – walk on the wild side

The pulse in my wrist beating the veins crossed over my knuckles underneath the wrinkles to my finger tips, I left the the beating city behind me, I waved goodbye to the Brooklyn hipster kids, my last subway below the city hidden, my last walk down West Village Hudson, soul food soul mood red light black and white Harlem, 126th and Lenox my soul food fix, the tree lines avenues and streets and the ghosts of Greenwhich, with my eyes open wide, I have to conclude my two week stride, with a walk on the wild side.



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