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Dialogue With Metropolis
Tell me, city, of your dusty sidewalks
Shopping carts led by wrinkles and whiskers
Gunshots and brown'd parks
Garbage cans and starless nights
Tell us, city, when church bells chime
And garden squirrels play in sunshine
Do you enjoy the tread of office workers
On a coffee-drunk day
Tell him, city, he that arrives from farmland
Sit in parks that still shine green
Lock your doors tight against television news
Read the want ads, seek fresh views
I tell you, city, your sunset is redder today
Building shadows are darker lately
Can you feel sweat on your streets
As my cigarette dies in your gutter
