Returning Through the Blue Manhattan Streets When Evening Dies
Abandoned streets
Reveal a city’s state
From each I see
Reflected light in clouds
The path I take
Shows lights in neon red
From each a hill
Above the midnight crowds
The birds are gone
Departed sunset winds
A new moon came
Between the wind-blown shrouds
Somewhere out there
A green-filled gate awaits
For now I walk
And sing this verse out loud
Working Days
Night rain
I walk the beat up streets
Autumn mud
Has marred my walking trance
I see each one
They all seem glad
And no one here
Seems old or gray
Back to work
I find my tools dropped
I spin and polish
Then take a rooftop glance
What kind of friend
Would lead me out this way?
Well, he’s not here
And wouldn’t show me anyway
