Coney Island

She's only thirteen

She's never been to the city

I tell her the city has everything

But she wants to see Coney Island.

I want to walk through Central Park

In a perfect floral dress and heels

After lunch at the Palm Court

But she wants to see Coney Island.

She wears a Sublime t-shirt

And reads Hunter Thompson

She says it's sad the Chelsea Hotel is dead

And she want to see Coney Island.

It's winter and the city sparkles

There's skating at the plaza

There's Christmas magic on every corner

But she wants to see Coney Island.

In its cold barren stillness

With its empty Ferris Wheel

And ghostly boardwalks

Pirouetting on the frozen beach

Drinking hot chocolate

With her mother in tow

Thinking about the past, present and future,

All at once