North Wind

now that i am in on the joke
everyone’s in hats like Annie Hall
here at the end of summer
i want to say it is nine years ago
after the money’s gone
i get all fiddler in the moment
between two people i can never guess
this isn’t the conversation i counted on
it’s logical to go to the baltics
or somewhere where there’s sand and saltwater
i can’t stand hobbles
and there’s a new city
i knew this morning
before you had time to tell me