A city in heaven
Soprano’s words pearls the soft sheen summer evening
Off under the undertow depth charges blonde the currents
Everybody everybody dance at least flap wings and sky
Outer limits slum dwellers calculate the whisk of broom
And coins platter the sidewalks all cheap all cheap
Stranded here like immigrants streets of gold undiscovered
Black men from Mississippi walk Chicago’s byways
There is heaven somewhere in those pearls around the white
Lady’s neck, but on earth, the shit fouls the air
Streets this mean are so conventional like a gangster’s tip
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