Midnight DayDreams, Late Nov 2KX
The tunnels rumbling below
shake & rattle today’s pay
Pagan angels, Christmas shoppers
toss nickels & quarters our way
on the sunwashed Broome St I play
in a sidewalk brother bluegrass duo
the snare and vocals are mine
backed by our father’s passed-down banjo
sons of the steel valley, every
one & thing split by rivers
patient lovers construct bridges
with the verse-chorus-verse we deliver
with streetlight eyes and high heels
clicking on concrete like pistols
songs for those hearts we don’t yet know
and probably never will
lyrics sketch a supporting
actress for the scene
massage me with your words “______”
& may your lips kiss me clean…
