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midnight true blues

1990

empty the streets
the quiet beats strong
a cat may be lost
as it rubs down a post
reflecting streetlamps
downtown's a ghost

empty the streets
the drops come down cold
pavements shine
alleys wait in slime
a body in the corner
passed out, drenched in wine

well its the midnight true blues
the midnight true blues
downtown's dead and cold
oh the midnight true blues
its claws claim control
oh the midnight true blues

© Jacques Steyn