7. East side

discordant sounds on the east side

disenchanted folk on the downslide

a thin lady stops to examine the street

is she in, is she out, is she part of the scene

darkness is coming; she wonders what to do

taxis are screeching, she stays aside a few

in the park, on their turf, sipping red wine tonight

in the park, toking up just to jazz up the night

The thin lady hears the ping from her phone 

a text from her momma, she ain’t so alone

the thin lady grabs a ten o-clock bus

now there ain't no choice, there ain't no fuss

Back home, she tucks in her momma and babe

then she’s restless, she’s anxious, too wired to stay 

she looks out the window; there's nothin' to do

she stubs out a smoke and lights one anew

discordant sounds on the east side

disenchanted folk on the downslide.