PHILADELPHIA
I remember the heiress
That chain-smoked all day
As she wandered the corridors
Of the penthouse in her mind
And the boy who believed
That he was a rock star
Responsible for writing
The world’s greatest hits
And the niece of the author
Of a famous best seller
That never appeared
To visit her even once
And the man who would sit
In a chair as he listened
To the voices in his head
Only he could understand
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