Time hands seconds past the minute,
winter melts the sands,
sprung barter the seeds to take root,
petals leave for lands.
Abandoned juice bathes the barren,
weather soaks wet dreams,
towering outstretched limbs fashion,
cries tear up the streams.
Quartered the core green overgrowth,
sweet fester the sour,
fertile soil sources root approach,
West turn sunset lour.
Stockers fatten wanting store shelves,
greens packaged refreshed,
farmers loaded like Christmas elves,
checks at counters cashed.
Shoppers and grocers swapping smiles,
carts staggering highs,
past harvested fields, endless miles,
as New Year's Eve, nigh's.
Seeing aisles of messy shelves
Before a shopper even delves
Is a horrible curse
Which Whole Foods can reverse
With stockers who were Santa's elves
Hill street blues, I got the Hillstreet blues;
I got the hill street blues on my mind;
and I haven't got time;
and I ain't got time;
Just ain't got no time, just enough time;
to fight crime;
I got jail walkers, street stockers;
I got murderers, thief's and break ins;
I got carjacking's, muggings and shopliftings;
Barking dogs, dim lit bars, juveniles;
and I haven't got time;
and I ain't got no time, just enough time;
to fight crime;
Hill street blues I got the Hill street blues;
I got the Hill street blues on my mind;
and I ain't got time;
just got time;
ain't got time
to unwind, while fighting crime. . .
06/09/81
Lyrics written by James Edward Lee ©1981, 2018
Composed music by Michael Post
(written words by James E Lee from NBC TV show Hillstreet Blues opening theme based on musician Mike Post theme music
Words sung/or spoken to the music composed by Mike Post's Hill street Blues theme
publix stockers read
listen for people talking
are the ones to do
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