Nighthawks' Jewels
Stepping streets of windswept rain, destinations
crossed
With tomorrow sitting in a bag across the shoulder
tossed
Stale cologne of cigarette & whisky on
my breath
You carry life inside your eyes; A half-time
game of chess
I guess that I could buy a drink for you &
one for me
To toast the present hour & the coal from
willow trees
& the door I'm trying to open with the
skin of my teeth
& the corridors where you slowly haul your
suitcase full of memories
But you seem to own this city & you seem
to know these streets
While I shuffle lost between the houses in
a neon swelling heat
& clumsily dodge taxi-cabs & feign
knowledge of where I am
I see you stride the great divide & skip
upon your tram
Yes, I guess that I could buy a drink for you
& one for me
But we've never passed the time of day &
never shared a dream
So I'll put out my cigarette & I'll finish
up my beer
'Cause I'm terrified of seeing inside spent
days of joy & fear
Your eyes say that you know the world &
still don't really care
The dirty streets, the dire domes, the chilly
neon glare
& me, too old for my ideas, I sit here
like a child
A boy brought up by wolves & taken just
in from the wild
Yes, I guess that I could buy a drink for me
& one for you
But after a "Cheers!" I'd still sit
here, not knowing what to do
My head would start searching but my words
would be a fool's
& after a clink, you'd finish your drink
& join the guys for pool
As mist & rain play soft refrains for
Nighthawks' Jewels
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