YOU IN YOUR COAT  WRITING A NOTE,  "DEAR SAL, I HOPE YOU'LL AGREE..."    THEN CATCHING A BUS,  JUST AFTER DUSK,  A ONE WAY TRIP TO THE CITY.    A COLD WATER FLAT.  A HOT PLATE,  A HAT.  THE WANT ADS ARE STREWN ON THE FLOOR.  AND YOU GET SO MAD, WHEN YOUR MA AND DAD  REFLECT WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR.    BUT I SEE YOU THERE  NUDE AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS  (BUT SO FAR AWAY)  AND I RECALL ALL  YOUR DREAMS AND YOUR SCHEMES  MOVING ME.  THE PLANS THAT WE MADE,  A STREET SERENADE    YOU CAN'T BE LIKE YOUR BROTHER AND MIKE,  CONTENT JUST TO LIVE AND GET BY.  I HOPE THAT YOUR FINE,  AT 13TH AND 9.  WAXING OR WANING?  YOUR CALL.    BUT I SEE YOU THERE  ALIGHT AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS  BUT SO FAR AWAY  AND I RECALL ALL YOUR  HANDS AND YOUR PLANS MOVING ME  THE SENSE THAT IT MADE  A STREET SERENADE.