Hey, hundred dollars
that I thought lost
on 97th Street
the other day,
but was really just hidden,
folded into my ones
so I didn’t realize I had you with me all along:
I’m ever so glad I found you,
but your temporary disappearance
has put me in a difficult position
with the City.

See, I cursed out the streets
for taking you from me
– which was clearly not the case –
and I don’t think I need to tell you, Benjamin,
the streets do not easily forgive.
New York City is a harsh mistress
and I have done her wrong
with my errant accusation.

I’m worried about the repercussions.
If the City finds out
I was incorrect
regarding my rude declaration of animosity,
she may not allow me
down her mean streets
or even let me out at all.

So I need your help, Hundo.
I know you’re Big Money and all
but if it’s possible
that we never speak of you
and hide you away
and pretend I never found you
and act as if I am in fact
one hundred dollars poorer
for all the rest of our days,
I would be very appreciative.
97th Street would never know of my mistake
and New York City may eventually let me off the hook.

What do you say?
Do you think you can keep quiet about this?
I know full well
just how much money talks
but I was hoping
just this once
it not be too loud.