Billy
Imagine the world seen through rose tinted glasses
A Dirty Old Town
Where beach shoes on The Bowery
Make you see red
Picture a New York institution
A hustling, dealing, big shot VIP
Before Banksy's Grim Reaper night show
There was art with a heart at Billy's Antiques
Biker Billy, take off your helmet
Let your blonde hair fall
Light up your Montecristo
Shake on a deal
See, under that green tarpaulin
Things often took a turn to the freaky
Customers mainly
But the dark in you too
You seduced our senses
With your spectral props
Socked us between the eyes
With your objets d'art
You appraised and upraised
The bizarre
The oddball
The cool
Alas, the tent is now gone
But as the sun sets over The Old Bowery
The ghosts still roam