Room

There is a drop in octave
When the city has its supper
When Main Street is starving for cars
Storefront glass sweating ice
Brick faces ever steady into the night

The marquee glows while the city’s name is dark
Tattoo and Bar prove like skin in the holes of a sock
Sidewalks beg for a stroll
Diamonds and rubies are back in their cells
Black and purple and the electric company
.....hold the city together

And in one hour the credits will roll
The city will yawn
The train yard will shout diesel clatter
.....against
Brick faces ever steady into the night