Cool cats and old cabs
Saxophones and rattle subways
Neon graced windows and
Amber lit puddled walkways
Bright noisy door-rooms and
Cool quiet cobbled streets
Couples stagger noisily
Restaurants throw out leftovers

Orange squares of man-made light
Out of pizzeria windows
Scatter across said wet cobbles
Rats scuttle into shadows
Follow ragged tails to gutter
Sink into the muggy drains
Smell climbs up your nasal sewer
Muddles up your addled brains

Men in suits on floor 29
Women drape their limbs off sofas
Endless pumping raucous laughter
Saxophone soon left behind
Waiters with their eyes downcast
Take tips from their customers
Eyes ignore the sordid scene
So lips are not content to pass

Secrets of the slick sick streets
Kept behind unprying eyes
As acquaintances we keep
With the loose knots of our ties
City lights and dull sky nights
Smog that travels boulevards
We that drift through tired sights
And live inside a house of cards