Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane, Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain Big town's in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seams Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams.
Different strokes for different folks so Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes It's a dumbbell curve, your trying to tally, All the way down to shin bone alley
Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calm Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes Sullen winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of grey Six-thirty-two in the morning on thanksgiving day And the bums they hit their corners, the thunderbird rubs their bones And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to greet jones
Different strokes for different folks so.....
Seven-thirty-two on the same day, your bare feet on the parquet And the light so papery white shining past the microwave Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table Spend the day gazing from the window gable....
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