3-21-00
34 streets
43 streets
Blues beat,
electric church,
Never look
at me
Just stare
at your feet
Can’t
look back at me
Maybe it’s
a play day
Maybe it’s
the good way
All these
soldiers were trained
To just bare
the pain
So much
black
City of
night
I can’t
find anyone to help me rest
And the
times gone by
Everyone
wants to get high
Just spend
another dollar to pass the time
All these
empty things
Melodic
dreams float through the glass walls
Painted in blueberry cream
And it’s all just passing through and passing by