Sometimes They Call the Police
cars parked or passing
streetwalkers
talkers
closing
open all night
sometimes they call the police.
it's the street,seats for everyone.
take audience with human flaws
human decay
human redemption.
kick a empty bottle of whiskey or gin.
let it slide,let it spin,let crash and explode of glass,
it's the street.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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