These Streets from The Wheel by Andrew Vladeck

These Streets

Can’t tell if I’m dreaming or the cold is kickin’ in
The winter wind is whippin’ me up the street again
Past where Dylan Thomas passed out in the gutter
Steam escapes like a ghost and I shudder

All these streets we’re walking
These streets are talking
If you listen right
Oh, it never fails
Their countless tales
Are told in the night

Footsteps of the angel-headed hipsters
Beatniks and their hippie younger sisters
Punks, squatters, playing chess in the park
Nothing’s square in the Thompkins Square after dark

Chorus

Walls whisper, streets shout
Don’t let ‘em drown you out!

I have listened, I have learned
It’s my time, it’s my turn
I’ve paid my dues, waited in line
All for a chance to shine

Fish wrapped in wrinkled newspaper
Pickles in barrels on the street
Awnings, Louis Zuflacht
This street’s been paved over!

Chorus

Every time I got something to say
One of these ghosts gets in my way

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