Catcha wiff of rum~n~coke
approachin’ through backstage doors
Sweat runs into my eye
{shake it off}
so, I do

Hussy flies by me, tears streamin’
{booed off stage a time or two?}
Her boyfriend answers her call
{I’m on now}
{H’er goes nothin’}

“Streets hold and hide
concealed visions of what could’ve been
Ideas flown by
Summer skies
Winter nights
and souls of sin

Pound that pavement poet!
Reveal your visions from deep within!
Ideas, don’t hide!
Summer skies
Winter nights
time to begin...”

Palms clammy, I let go the mic
a solitary clap sounds
followed by many
{I’m flattered}
so, I bow

Hussy’s still sittin’ back stage
Her mobile lays broke by her feet
H*ll, she really ain’t all that bad
{I’m on now}
{H’er goes nothin’}

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