i left my heart
in San Francisco
I left my shoes
in Aberdeen

I left my shirt in Bogota`
In Kiev, I left my bra
In Cozumel,
I left my jeans -
they were green -

My cash is in
Atlantic City
My credit cards
in Baton Rouge

When I come home to you,
San Francisco,

I will be cold
and broke
and nude.

01/14/2017

Author's Note: to the obvious tune of 'I Left My Heart in San Francisco'.

Posted on 01/14/2017
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