She strums the city
She gets to the point
The dreams out of joint
The pity of the streets
She sings the day and the
Theatred nights
Frights
Sights
She strums the city lights
Serendipity in fifths
The filth, the wealth
Langour, squalor
The city hums
She strums
Sings the waste
Taste of exhausted air
Cost of civilization
Realisation
Elevation
She strums in observation
Urban, caustic, slum-clad
And tower-capped
Crossword streets, cryptic shoes
Hand-me-down blues
Turnaround, start again
In neon and smog and rain
The city hums
Her
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