Out On the Streets

A Poem; Selection I, Of The Curation

The streets are fine at night

To wine and dine with a lover.

But they’re lonely as hell

When it’s dark and I’m alone.

The sounds of the city

Are crying,

I’m looking for a way –

To make them sing.

Out on the streets,

Out on the streets,

I know I have to be there;

The hustle

And the bustle,

Calls me in the night.

Out on the streets,

You never know

What will go down;

Tonight I’m a lone wolf

On the prowl.

I walk into a bar,

Looking for my woman;

She’s not there –

So I’m on my own.

Without her

My life is dark and lonely,

So this night –

I trot home alone…

This night – I trot home alone.

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