Andy Warhol Was My Neighbor
9 East 32nd Street
Between 5th and 6th Avenue
In New York City.
My apartment was 3C
On the same block,
Andy ran his “Factory”.
Saw him frequently
Looking his visual self,
Me an SVA art student
Living with my cat
And no one else.
We crossed each other one afternoon,
Andy gave me a free copy
Of his magazine “Interview”.
23 years later I’m thinking
Instead of taking it
And going my way,
If I had asked Andy his autograph
God knows the value
That copy would have today.
Copyright © Jaime Ferreyros | Year Posted 2007
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