City Streets

Listening to the sounds of the street,

There’s a rhythm running through;

Snapping my fingers to the beat,

I groove doing the old soft shoe.

Cars in the rain sound like symbols

And the streetcar clacks like a snare;

Yes sir, I’m grooving on gimbals

Like a compass man, I’m getting there.

There’s a hum to this human choir,

Man, I feel like one of the ‘Pips’;

City streets I’m getting higher

Just swinging now these old hips.

Then I notice all the stares,

Well it seems I’ve drawn a crowd,

And suddenly I’m back with the squares

Where grooving ain’t really allowed.

But some wise ass throws me some change,

And you know I thought, what the hey,

My schedule I can rearrange

And I don’t feel like working anyway.