Brooklyn

They say I’m too young to love you
I don’t know what I need
They think I don’t understand
The freedom land of the Seventies
They think I’m too cool to know you
You say I’m like the ice I freeze
I’m churning out novels like
Beat poetry on amphetamines
I say
I say
Well my boyfriend’s in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I’ve got feathers in my head
I get down to beat poetry
And my jazz collection’s rad
I can play almost anything
I’m a Brooklyn baby,
I’m a Brooklyn baby