Midnight In the City

Midnight in the City It's midnight in the city, The stars are dull above the lights, A cat curls round a garbage can, With a hiss the rats to fright. A curly haired disheveled drunk man, Shuffles down the sidewalk, Breaks his bottle on a dumpster, Curses with awful talk. A tired overtimer changes shoes, For a walk to a parking lot. High heels are pretty in the day, After that, they're not. High above in a lighted window, A baby cries, and a tired mother tries To soothe its pain with singing, ‘Til the window’s glow dies. A boombox bellows from an old tin car, Uncaring that it's disturbing the peace, And I roll over in my penthouse, Amid silk sheets and sleep.