I was the last traveler of that day.
I was alone on the bus,
and happy that they were spending all that money
just to take me to 8th Street!
Driver, I called,
it’s just you and me tonight,
let’s leave this big city,
let’s go to a smaller one, one more fitting for the heart.
Let’s pass by the Miami Beach pools.
You in your seat, me a few seats back,
and in some towns we can even switch places,
just to prove how right you were
that we’re heading North!
Let’s go find ourselves
among the American villages,
the small fishing towns,
in the unknown Florida,
and in the park, by the shore.
But from the bus appeared only the lonely metal billboards
and the sign marking the entrance
to New York City.
