Dark Streets

 

This day's in a daze twice marginal haze Once lyrical maze Phase into gaze abstract ways Tribeca like plays Recolors streets Marginal Feats Defanged retreats To Darker Beats Satchmo's horn repeats The bartender greets Take two seats As he orders two Neat's Don't need receipts

I tapped three beats I offered a light as she came into sight man was she looking right for the moon out tonight. The band hit the chorus the floor opened before us so hard to ignore us our shoes spoke up for us threw my jacket to Horace a fiver to Boris Thinkin God must adore us