johnny, where art thou?

oh sweet portlant, loved your willamette, loved your brewery below that bridge, fields of hillcrest, cute coffee shops, wonderful people. remember that time? when i looked at her in the chilling water of crater lake? oh sweet portland, you're too good for me, too nice, too sweet.

oh my dearest saint of the cities, cutest of all, san francisco. how many evenings on your wicked heights, your grizzly peaks, watching the sunsets... you look so free, you look full of life, under your piers, inside the starbucks on union square, where i spent days watching happy gays smile at the barista when they picked their red cups. you know i love you, but you're too free, you'll never be mine. i'll never be yours, i shall visit soon.

vegas, you're a whore, i could party hard with you, but we could never talk.

you lot love me not, tampa, phoenix, atlanta, highlands, charlotte, houston too. i was raised elsewhere, i can't be you guys. glad we all met, glad you're all set. aurevoir people, auf wiedersehen. some day you will know, or maybe i'll know, till then, tschuss, ciao, peace, out.

my lord, my dream, once my destiny, new york new york. respect. i signed my vow and sealed a pact, you're the beast, the god, the genesis, you're infinity, you're the hell frozen over. i'm not ready yet, one day i will be, one day i shall be. one day i shall come, when i grow up, when i grow cold.

hola diego, yes you, i don't do minors, but i like you too. you're hip, and you know it. stay cool.

one day it's new york, one day chicago. sometimes it's portland, sometimes san fran. it's ugly, it's neat, it's big, it's really big. millionaires driving by, homeless guys all over. there's a gay bar down the street, and there's nothing else. there's a mosque next to the star, there's a dirty lebanese cafe underneath that new starbucks. it's dry and it's by the ocean. it's a big city full of small people. it's me and you and everybody else, it's nobody. noone's alien, noone's welcome, noone's not welcome.
it's just like life, one day it's great, one day horrible. identity is its middle name, its got plenty, a little of bit of each, one piece at a time. don't we all?

i'll live in la, that's where johnny lives.