Brownstones

So put it on the cart
Or put it on the cot?
It seems that I've forgotten
That I've been flying all day
Listening to what people had to say
About the crying baby not too far away.
Stretching maps long,
Plus three hours
Gone.

Tired from the heat
Of a long, sleepless night
I felt as if I was ready to die,
Until I took a breath of the air
Outside.
Sunshine.
And brisk Boston air.
I was constantly wishing
You could've been there.
The city was waiting,
The river was waving,
So I buttoned the coat
I had always been saving
For a day like this.