Oh bury me not on the Upper West Side
Where Akitas poop and coyotes hide
And little old ladies with NPR bags
Ride the 104 bus to Gristedes and d’Ags.
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Lay me to rest in the gathering dark
Where my soul needn’t circle for hours to park
And let not my bed for that cold endless night
Be covered with menus from Szechuan Delight.
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Dig me a grave, when my time shall arrive
Far from the joggers on Riverside Drive
The strollers, the bikers, the tai-chi devotees
Raccoons and pigeons and rats and coyotes.