I’m sorry.
I’m sure your brownstone is super nice
and the three floors are incredibly spacious
and the party was sublime
with all the right crackers and wine
but I just couldn’t get my ass
onto the PATH
to reach your part of the world.
I didn’t have it in me.
There was a body of water to cross,
after all.

And yes, sure,
Manhattan is an island
and a body of water is involved to get anywhere
(including halfway clean),
but it’s not like we’re in the same state
or commonwealth
or whatever you call it
on your side of the Hudson.
Jersey, right.
Of course you’d call it New Jersey.

Anyway, I would have had to pay
for an entire different means of transportation.
The PATH isn’t part of the MTA
– it is?
A MetroCard, just like everything else?
Oh. Whatever.

The important thing is,
I swear,
I will come visit you
out in Jersey City one of these days.
It’s impossible to avoid.
Any day now,
I promise.

Tuesday? Can’t.
All of next week is out.
Next month, too.
Look, let’s just put a pin in it for now,
all right?
See you next week at my place!