another strange and twisted city

surreal and bent

crammed into too little space

dingy, alien, busy

a song is in my head

or maybe in the air

the most mournful blues

calling for redeemed love

is it coming from behind that door up ahead?

the door is closed

patched, dirty, peeling

voices come from beyond it

loud, laughing, yelling, fighting


i move on

the song continues

just another false alarm

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott 10/7/19