Buffalo Boy In The Courthouse

Where are you from?

You ask with slurred words,

The cars on Santa Monica are bumper to bumper,

And the streets are just as busy.



I'm from Buffalo.



"Where is that?"



Where are you from?

You ask over dinner in the East Village,

I see our waiter near the computers,

He didn't tell us,

But I think it's his first day.



I'm from Buffalo.



"Oh. That's upstate, right?"



Where are