City lights follow me,
drag me down low, low, to hollow ground
where the Beat drums moan
See the circles twirl along dusty old metal fenders,
Colors splashed on placid faces
listening to hymns, divine access for modern pretenders;
Dazzling drips of red strewn on a fresh streetscape
Horns blow and white moons..Boom boom,
Autumn leaves scurry and humans murmur
Love in fancy restaurants
Sipping sighs for the young, eager blemished eyes...
and education failures and more terror scares
Across the way, half-furtive glances in siren trances
There's an empty park where jazz notes roam,
on and on, like bottles carrying messages--
Cigs and beer, one dreams taking pictures over fences
Of trees writing poems... Snap! snap! CRASH,
the whole thing like a Saturday morning hang over
Garbage men working OT, hung over
Old lady grumbling, something 'bout charred glass,
from some accident night before
Middle class feigns with a stash,
walking by hopscotchers, ball & jax
Indian-style over skid mark tracks
In the shadows, one beat howls
"Kerouac!"
And they fade and come again...
In the glow, the subterranean flow,
of the city lights
