I Looked Up In San Francisco

I have this silly romance for the city. The cable car rings. Fog sleeps past me. Little Italy. Chinatown. Humble people strumming along on their steel guitars. I lay on the grass and look up to a bridge worth gold. The City By The Bay is where my little heart beats 17 years of joy.

I left my heart in San Francisco, high on a hill it calls to me. To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars.
T. Bennet

Lombard Street,
Jay