Rotting Rubbish, Graffiti Nocturns NY, LA teenage kicks, the city burns Riots, why? It is the Great Divide, Rioters get beaten black and blue, nowhere to hide Inequality, living in subways, they can’t afford the ride Avant Garde, need no guard Pitbulls are locked in my back yard Homeless, tent cities, poverty Meet the elite of Los Angeles City Bowie's dead, Tom Waits said booze bottles full, better off dead waxing lyrics on Lou Reed’s head Blond wigs, Warhol, Velvet Underground parties Where the NY elite meet street level artists Down and outs, sleeping in boxes, it’s tough Central Park waste bins feed the rough Waiting to be emptied by those in the gutter As the elite dine in 5-star restaurants, where’s my butler Caviar please, and certainly no bread and butter? Avant Garde, need no guard Pitbulls are locked in my back yard Homeless, tent cities, poverty Meet the elite of New York City Fame and fortune, snobs and millionaires meet NY, LA art galleries are just so sweet "Oh darling, I adore it" five-hundred Grand, money well spent "Is it a Pollock or Picasso? I’ll take it, it’s a good investment Van Gogh turns in his grave, “I was so poor” Warhol's Marilyn, is pop art crap New York is New York the artist trap Midnight Cowboys roam 5th Avenue scrounging for a dime, what’s new American Dream, American Pies Tent Cities are places where it all dies Avant Garde, need no guard Pitbulls are locked in my back yard Homeless, tent cities, poverty Meet the elite of New York and Los Angeles City Black is beautiful, sadly the KKK were not a myth They do not belong within this riff Yellow Taxis remain on 5th Avenue Jodie Foster, Robert De Niro, they were art nouveau A Joni classic, you don’t miss it until it’s gone, so true Is this an ode to Bowie, NO Or an ode to Warhol, NO Not even to Lou, NO, it’s just timeless locomotion Poetry in motion, my Avant Garde potion