Pop Song lyric finally breaks into The New Yorker

[Jack of All Parades]

Opened the cover of my New Yorker copy for the week of 2/28/11 and was pleasantly surprised to see this displayed as a poem:

"Rewrite"

I'm workin' on my rewrite, that's right
Gonna change the ending
Throw away the title
Toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I'm spending
Is just for workin'on my rewrite
Gonna turn it into cash

I been workin' at the Car Wash
I consider it my day job
'Cause it's really not a pay job
But that's where I am
Everybody says "The old guy
Workin'at the Car Wash?"
Hasn't got a brain cell left
Since Vietnam

Chorus
But I say
Help me, help me
Help me, help me
Thank you!
I'd no idea
That you were there

When I said help me, help me
Help me, help me
Thank you
For listening to my prayer

I'll eliminate the pages
Where the father has a breakdown
And he has to leave the family
But he really meant no harm
Gonna substitute a car chase
And a race across the rooftops
Where the father saves the children
And he holds them in his arms

Yeah I'm workin'on my rewrite, all right
Gonna change my ending
Throw away the title
Toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the Time I'm spending
Is just for workin' on my rewrite.
Gonna turn it into cash

Chorus
I said
Help me, help me
Help me, help me
Thank you!
I'd no idea
That you were there

With out the context of the music that accompanies the song, not certain that this song from his new album merits consideration as poetry- close, but somehow falling short. This following his earlier appearance as a book reviewer in the NY Times for Sondheim's Lyrics in late 2010. What it does validate for me is that the lyric work of an artist like Simon merits consideration as poetry. Can it be that far along before EC shows up in these pages? I have consistently believed "Almost Blue" should have been introduced in these pages so many years ago.