12th Street
12th Street
The curtain rises, the stage light
beams on the darkest street in town.
On a hot night, 12th street lives.
The old abandon buildings jump
with jazz, hot rock, and laughter.
Transient stars appear in glittering gowns,
poising for sightseers and seekers,
modeling down the rubble grey stage
with eyes that call, "pay my price,
i'll be nice".
They are received with passionate responses,
as the audience gladly agrees to pay the
price for an unlasting reward from
the stars of the street.
The curtain falls, the stage light dims,
on a hot day, 12th street dies.
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