Travelogue
Finally I've reached New York
Where swarms are thicker than Paris
And while every door exudes jazz
The Manhattan stride invades my marrow
Waking a moment of hope, while caffeine-high in a cafe
As your eyes gleam, like waves splashing Vancouver
Rambling around is a must
I got infected by wanderlust
Roaming around is for me
By the air or the deep blue sea
Over mountains, through mist, then wing down in Vancouver
Where nude bodies gleam and don't dream of the rats of New York
Here they hear birds chirp in their cafes
And oh how the sun and glistening waves sink into my marrow
While on Sundays I can relax and sip jazz
Rambling around is a must
I got infected by wanderlust
Roaming around is for me
By the air or the deep blue sea
In Paris I tramp past palaces seeking jazz.
Winter here's a sprinkler, and like the grey moods of Vancouver
But this drizzle won't soak my marrow
And I won't bellow like the old urchins of New York
Perhaps I'll bloom, like Hemingway did
Drinking Pernod, inscribing my blood in the ether of cafes
Rambling around is a must
I got infected by wanderlust
Roaming around is for me
By the air or the deep blue sea
Where swarms are thicker than Paris
And while every door exudes jazz
The Manhattan stride invades my marrow
Waking a moment of hope, while caffeine-high in a cafe
As your eyes gleam, like waves splashing Vancouver
Rambling around is a must
I got infected by wanderlust
Roaming around is for me
By the air or the deep blue sea
Over mountains, through mist, then wing down in Vancouver
Where nude bodies gleam and don't dream of the rats of New York
Here they hear birds chirp in their cafes
And oh how the sun and glistening waves sink into my marrow
While on Sundays I can relax and sip jazz
Rambling around is a must
I got infected by wanderlust
Roaming around is for me
By the air or the deep blue sea
In Paris I tramp past palaces seeking jazz.
Winter here's a sprinkler, and like the grey moods of Vancouver
But this drizzle won't soak my marrow
And I won't bellow like the old urchins of New York
Perhaps I'll bloom, like Hemingway did
Drinking Pernod, inscribing my blood in the ether of cafes
Rambling around is a must
I got infected by wanderlust
Roaming around is for me
By the air or the deep blue sea
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin D'abramo
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