standing in the shadows
with the rain in my face
what care i for green meadows
or a happy human race?
the walls are worn and weathered
graffiti long since faded
and my memories are untethered
though my brain is much degraded
the moon peeks through the alley's end
black water in the gutter
whispering windows wink and bend
ghosts begin to stutter
i remember old joe johnson's fate
to which he had been born
he was sitting on his milk crate
reading the racing form
gus smith was sitting on the wall
his skinny legs hung down
he had a look upon his face
which was neither smile nor frown
the expression did not linger
as he uttered this prophecy
he pointed a grimy finger
in the general direction of me
expectation is obsolete
in the secret earth below
but despair is old pete
and mickey says hello
i remembered old pete
and young mickey finn
pete always turned up the heat
much to mickey’s chagrin
mickey never went to school
or wore a suit and tie
but always played it cool
in the sweet bye and bye
all the old gang
joe, gus, mickey, pete
harry, larry, eddie, frank
rinse and repeat
my brain began to spin
and the rain fell on my head
i wished i had never come here
i wished i was back in bed
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