The runways sleep where silver birds once cried,A shadow crossed the sky, then fell below—Through Psychic Meow Meow’s whiskered, knowing eyes,LaGuardia dreams in hush of what we owe. Psychic Meow…
The runways sleep where silver birds once cried,A shadow crossed the sky, then fell below—Through Psychic Meow Meow’s whiskered, knowing eyes,LaGuardia dreams in hush of what we owe. Psychic Meow…