[ that is to say ]
where the curb meets the street
and the weeds are growing
right behind the stop sign
and in front of the ant hill
to the left of the mailbox
but the right of the pine tree
no, no, the other pine tree
yeah, right there
that's where love comes from
and inspiration
and magic
and music
and if you can sit there
and tune out the traffic
and the whiny passersby
then-- what?
yeah, it's 'passersby'
then you can--
no, sorry, I don't know how to get to West 42nd, ma'am.
then you... maybe... somehow--
honk, vroom, "Go Cougars!", skid, vroom
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