I supposed it had to happen
Sunday Morning,
A babe’s cry announcing entry
Long Island Parents
quick to find
You can take the boy out of
Brooklyn,
But you can’t take Brooklyn out
of the boy.
Scrappy
Tenacious
Lewis Allan Reed
Let me hear, that’s all I need
Self-taught
Simple style
Layered and thriving
Musically voracious yet
Willing
To take a chance
On
His grueling labor
Sounding easy
As only talent can
Though later luxury might feed
Memories of cold nights hungry
Near a
Darkened Brownstone
Lower east side
Determined resuscitating not to
let his songs die
In a soundless throat
Cramped hands wrote
He had to try
The music in his mind
Lou Reed sang
To an audience
He hoped would listen
And should they listen
Would they hear?
I supposed it had to happen
Sunday Morning,
A babe’s cry announcing exit
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