Missed Connections in Brooklyn
Lou Reed Never Wore Brown
Black
Gray
Leather
The original Punk
Kid from Long Island
Who blasted into our Rock psyche
Heroin
Alcohol Haze
Sweet Jane
New Sensations
Halloween
Walks on the Wild Side
You could always depend on Lou
Always in our NYC mantra
Sex
Motorcycles
Freaks
Gays before there were Gays
Hard women
Transsexual lullabies
Tops
Bottoms
Bdsm
Lower East Side
Pain because it felt good
The music
Searing guitars
Off key slightly
Seedy one night stands
Sex in cheap hotels
With bad lighting
Somehow it wasn’t so bad
When Lou sang about it
One thing is for sure
Punk is wounded
We lost our Captain
Who went quietly into the dark night
R.I.P. Lou
You will be missed
Thank you
For never wearing brown. . .
Her Two Cents
Lou Reed is an icon for a long-lost slice of New York City life. His songs and poetry chronicle a city that was grey, gritty, and broken but full of dreams and promises for those who dared to travel its streets and subways. That city is long gone, and will likely never return in our lifetime, but listening to his words gives us a slice of the sloppy, dysfunctional perfection it once was.
