JFK LAX
by Fraise
To my most favorite cities in this world. Thanks for the good times. -
Hobos and tacos and broken down Hondas.
No-doze and slo-mos and Jane Fucking Fondas.
Sunshine and red wine. And how is the torque?
I miss New York. Fuck you but thank you. May I ask who's calling? Run throughs and jet blues and beach volleyballing, palm trees, exposed knees. I punched Mickey Rourke. I miss New York. Washington Square, are you still there? Do you still have drugs, jugglers and bucks to spare? Sunglasses, free passes and come see my band. Valets and bad plays and condoms in sand. Freeways and delays, carnitas means pork. But I miss New York. Marine layers, mad dog stares and avocados
Drunk driving, high fiving, money up my nose, texting and sexing, I hugged Mickey Rourke. But I miss New York.
THE BRENDAN HINES - MISS NEW YORK
Hobos and tacos and broken down Hondas.
No-doze and slo-mos and Jane Fucking Fondas.
Sunshine and red wine. And how is the torque?
I miss New York. Fuck you but thank you. May I ask who's calling? Run throughs and jet blues and beach volleyballing, palm trees, exposed knees. I punched Mickey Rourke. I miss New York. Washington Square, are you still there? Do you still have drugs, jugglers and bucks to spare? Sunglasses, free passes and come see my band. Valets and bad plays and condoms in sand. Freeways and delays, carnitas means pork. But I miss New York. Marine layers, mad dog stares and avocados
Drunk driving, high fiving, money up my nose, texting and sexing, I hugged Mickey Rourke. But I miss New York.
THE BRENDAN HINES - MISS NEW YORK
