As the Sun Went Down

On hot summer days, I’d have a slice of mango, as a Spanish girl did the Alphabet tango.

As the Sun Went Down

There wasn’t much 
back in my space,
just a radio and
a beat up suitcase.

I remember the docks 
at the last of June, 
a bag of bodega beer
after a long afternoon.

At the end of the day
at the edge of town,
there was the river breeze
as the sun went down.

On hot summer days,
I’d have a slice of mango,
as a Spanish girl
did the Alphabet tango.

I could find a stool
over at Eight BC,
and let my money
make a fool of me.

At the end of the day
at the edge of town,
there was the river breeze
as the sun went down.

Seem to me magic when
those streets were gritty,
those where the days,
back in New York City.

I had a young heart
a long time ago, and
it took me the places
that I wanted  to go.

At the end of the day
at the edge of town,
there was the river breeze
as the sun went down.