WHEN BLUES AND HEARTACHES PROSPER

LATE NIGHT CITY FACES GLOW
                       WITH UNREAL NEON COLORS
                               CARTOONS FROM A MADHOUSE
                       ON THE CUTTING EDGE
SHADOW TORSOS MOVE ON FEET
            GLUED TO TREADMILLS
                                    GOING NOWHERE
             TIP TAP CLICK
                        BOOT SOLES ON THE PAVEMENT
THE URBAN RHYTHM SECTION
                                            KEEPING TIME
            FOR DERANGED SOLOS
                         THAT SHUFFLE DOWN THE ENDLESS STREETS
                                              AND ANIMATE
                                     THE HOURS AFTER MIDNIGHT
            WHEN BLUES AND HEARTACHES PROSPER
WHEN AVENUES AND ALLEYWAYS
                        ARE BRUISED BY LIES
                                                            AND MUTTERED OATHS
            AND THE ONLY THINGS UP FOR SALE
                        ARE MEASURED BY THE SPOONFUL
OUR WORLD HAS SHRUNK MY FRIENDS
             BECOME HOMOGENIZED
      A TRANSITORY WAREHOUSE
                       WHERE POETRY ALONE
           CAN TELL THE TRUTH
               BUT ALL WE HEAR
                                          ON EVERY SIDE
                      IS GROANING KITCHENETTED SOULS
                                                            AND INCOHERENT BABBLE