L.A.

I caught a flight, late last night,
out of JFK
All day long I’ve walked along
sunny downtown L.A

A change of scene, a new routine;
just what the Doctor ordered
Palm trees and Graumman’s Chinese
brought a smile to this New Yorker

They don’t have the Lady Liberty
Don’t have the Great White Way
Most of all L.A. don’t have you
And that is why I stay

At Venice Beach I was out of reach
of everyone I knew
‘Til a muscle-bound gorilla with breath like Godzilla reminded me of you

So I bought a postcard of bodies hard
and wrote you this poem:
“Darling dear, I wish you were here,
so I could go back home”

I caught a flight, late last night,
out of JFK
All day long I’ve walked along
sunny downtown L.A

I don’t mean to sound bitter, or out of line
But it is refreshing to hear people mention
Faults that are not mine

They don’t have Yankee Stadium
Don’t have old Broadway
Most of all L.A. don’t have you
And that is why I stay