philly blues

[dubious_one]

Philly Blues

Philly blues when it turns green
shades of shady envy and intrigue
the birds are louder when the snow melts
the sounds are more pungent and more felt

if you can afford to pay
long enough for a stay
you'll find the artists and poseurs
at every sharp cornered bar

especially the depraved
the victims of gentrification
those walls in the hole
that smell like poppers and piss

each sunny night and full moon day
gender rolls and ebbs and flows
generations don't matter much anymore
it's who's in and who's out (up or down)

those dick-starved boys on south street
with their hearts and hats on backwards
they're hip-hunting, hiding their eyes from sight
bored women watching their beards grow

the white girl with the black roots
wishes she could be a little more blond
the Napoleon at the bar wants to act a little more tall
but none of them are getting close, or far

"hurt me make me forget" they say to themselves
she loves the taste of his smell
he loves the way she waits for him to leave again
the ending, beginning again

what he meant yesterday
it's in her blood
she took him in
but can't take him out

star by night
Starbucks by day
all that talent
all that sadness
seething away