Annual Weekend

Only once a year I can see he cares We walk around New York While grandma cooks in her wok He makes promises each time ---Maybe a smartphone on a new line We go out to morning tea--- then shopping, mostly just seeing We go visit cousins: Tommy and Mary then nieces: Angel and Annie Everywhere we go we get stuffed with food even if you are too full from lunch to be in the mood Experience the hustle of the city Everyone smoking or seeming busy Cigarette smoke fills the air, heavy smoke Feeling like I'm going to choke We had fun, eating our share of roast pork bun, Though I, I stuck out like a sore thumb, Like a "rich" Jersey kid who's kinda dumb