From the bridge

Oh Brooklyn bright Brooklyn!
Caressed by harbors and glimmering waves
You sing softly like a bird uncaged
Moon ballooning high, clouds crowding low
Sweeping steeples and weeping windows
You yawn and stretch the indigo night
While lovers love 'tween those twinkling lights

Yahooooooo - I'm howling to the moon on my bike across the bridge... going 40 baby!

if i come visit new york, can i hang on to your waist and ride also, with my hair streaming out behind me as we go 40 across the bridge? while i squeeze my eyes shut in terror and suffocate you because i'm squeezing too hard in fright as i wonder if i'll live to see my first day of med school? - Nine