Gallant
Knight
Witness a
busy street filled with stores and offices
A daytime
bustle and even a hustle, maybe Van McCoy
Quieting
time arrives and the resemblance is to dull archives
Cold’s
the face of shut buildings with unseeing glassy eyes
And as the
street lamps shine, notice basement lights
Echoing
beats begin to fill the empty street
Walking
and sashaying soles and heels click
The night
face of the street has begun its slick
New
crowds, smaller but with laughter and excitement
It’s down
below into the clubs, bars and dens for entertainment
The
currency’s still money, but sexiness and beauty star
World of
the night, the day time seems so far
Work day
time is one speed of slow
Play time
the knight, is a shining gallant rushing glow
Comes the
dawn and see the many yawns
They’ll
drag themselves later to once more the busy street in the ‘morn
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