Warm nights of discontent :
no angels offering salvation ,
no devils offering temptation ,
no whiskey soaked strangers
offering adventure
 
  Just the long, winding streets ,
the smell of piss and too much noise .

And the heat builds up inside ,
 killing the lonely joy of your
last ciggarette .

 No stray dog to
wag it"s tail with
eyes begging for
mercy.

 No smiling children
selling bad lemonade
for parched lips.
I wouldn"t want it anyway.

 No crickets blowing bagpipes ,
to cool the scorching air .
No kind words can be seen
in newspapers
blown by summer wind
trough dusty roads.

 No old records playing
from abbandoned basements.
No old men
looking trough squinted eyelids,
trying to remember when....

 No old movie cliches to
remind you of what......

...A barren land with a monotonous tune...

 ..Yet , there was that old lady
with the blinking flashlight.
Carefully counting steps ,
Trying to find.................

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