A flat in Brooklyn
With walls thin
Above a Patisserie
Is where you will find
Her and Me
Where the Williamsburg Bridge
Ends
Take a bend
Up north
On the Queens line
But just before the
“Oy, vey” sign
We have found in this confine
We can shine
Breaking out of our old lines
For these poems
Will always remind
Me
Of our time
In Brooklyn
A Cup of Songwriting 