colors in my town

Melancholy passed those grey purple sandstone faces glowing on an ember sun in the old mahongany buick we used to drive in down those highway lines that struck fast with their electric yellows and white hot itensity down the sea foam over pass the one on the old side of town all blues and indigo ink runs down beneath the sub floors bleeds into the streets as black india the sterling life beneath which only they now know having plumbed black water since as if we remembered shock white marshmellow foam floats on the surface lit by a cold faceless not yet waned where then were those grey purple sandstone faces and her clear blue, of new dawn