Sounds of the City

The city talks.

Sounds of the city

Sweet morning silence
Empty and beautiful
The natives comatose
The rising sun another day of potential
Killed by the cycle of violence
Noon time is when the creeps come out to play
Some looking for wine and others for dope
They walk down the sidewalks with yawns
On this faces
Their fiend induced shifts have began again
Looking for scraps to recycle
Or something to steal
They walk the cracked sidewalks
This is the hustle
Kids get off their school buses
Walk past the bums and the piss on the street
Walk quickly into their homes
This is not their world
Just the beauty God graced them with
Five hours roll by
The dealers are home
And once again beautiful silence
The junkies run inside and get high
But just for a few hours
They do up their dope, they are out of money
An empty baggy
Nightfall drops
It's time for the p***y trade
Out come the w****s
Car doors slamming at 3 in the morning
As hard as they can
Bottles breaking in the streets
Laughter and merriment
The children of the night
This is when murder lives
And her address is anywhere
A high probability
And then sleep
Exhaustion sets it
Sleep till noon and do it all over again
Shut your eyes
The city is talking
(c) James Begert 2011