Sidewalks and Streets: II. The Blues and Greens

from Blue Metropolis by Craig King

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lyrics

Our favorite novelist was thrown
Into the river that surrounds his home
In ordinance for being read
By socialites in fancy threads
The glare from the solar flare
Illuminated the entire square
The curtains that were once in gray
Are now hanging at the cabaret

They all littered the sidewalks with
Guitars and homemade instruments
They riddled us with politics
Asking for money and free benefits
Asking for reasons to curse and kick

The plants were watered in the rain
Removing vinegar and oil stains
The judges were impressed but vain
So removed themselves in model planes

It passed between the blues and greens
A spilling parade moving sapphire and jade
In the cold winter night was bleeding white
And I was there at the end selling paper and pen
With my feet in the wind
Pacing and peddling

Oh, when I come of it my head will split
And leave a splintered rift along the spine of my design
The page is numbered for telephone support and catapulting sport

And I’ll try to ease your pain
But the morning’s still the same when you’ve moved into the rain
And drenched your coat-tails through
And you’re left a chattered blue—your Metropolitan debut
When you wish upon a star from the roof of a moving car
I’ll be there to ease your heart
I’ll sell all of my things
In hopes of ascending to the company of kings
In a chorus line of two
With our shoes polished and new we’ll walk Columbus Avenue
To the station at the gate, with a note from the head of state
And I’ll be with you while you wait

From the cold steel, a picture reel
Was spun in circles for the highest heel
Her feet were confident and coy
From years of stompin’ at the old Savoy
At the entrance of the theater fence
Where silver shoes were buckled loose to dance
Advancing in a marching stance
An upright crawl of minor dings and dents

The flicker of the tv lights
Took our credit card and movie rights
We watched the poets stand alone
Deep in puddles of their own
Free verse bludgeoned to the bone

From the counter of the cafe came
An old collection of hot water stains
In intervals of steam and rain
To quarantine the old mundane

It passed between the blues and greens
A spilling parade moving sapphire and jade
The cold winter night was bleeding white
And I was there at the end selling paper and pen
With my feet in the wind
Pacing and peddling

Oh, it was a weathered thing, a leather string
A sweater strung in pink, worn with wires and purple ink
The stage is set for a faulty fall-on prop, a yellow orange crop

The stars were stones of flowers and bones
And moved into the sound with the haste of a hound
I took to the sun and woke as one
And I had what I made using shovel and spade
Raised it to the colonnade
So I could rest in the shade
And it passed between the blues and greens
A spilling parade moving sapphire and jade
In the cold winter night was bleeding white
And I was there at the end selling paper and pen
With my feet in the wind
Pacing and peddling

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from Blue Metropolis, released September 1, 2017

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Craig King is a singer-songwriter and classically trained trumpet player.


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