City Lights

Underneath the stars, in countless bars, as cars traverse the mean streets of the city, the broth of humanity congregate and,late into the night, cogitate on the state of things fiscal and whether to risk all on the throw of a dice or the turn of a card for life can be hard when faced with the prospect of losing it all on the run of a ball or the speed of a horse or, worse of course, when you are so far down that the world around has lost its charm and prostitution or self harm appear to be a better proposition, when there are no stars left to wish on, and the street is your home, the place where you roam from handout to trick, thinking quick on your feet getting more 'street' but losing your soul and forgetting your goal of making it big in this city and you drown in self pity and OD on horse as the course of your life takes a turn for the worse and you curse and splutter as you lie in the gutter outside one of those bars looking up at the stars.