The city speaks a lullaby
The streetlights sputtered, the streetlights muttered
The lonely sidewalk cries
The lights they keep the beat alive
The buildings standing tall watch guard
The traffic in the street goes by
The artist sings a soulful tune
The wealthy drink their weight in wine
The bridge casts shadows off the moon
The sculptures pine and the statues swoon
The square begins to lose its shine
The morning hustle comes too soon
The neon lights buzz up ahead
The billboards begin to moan and sigh
The creatures of the night collect their bread
The subway station’s left for dead
The bums who sleep on the benches rise
This empty window goes to bed
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I'm impressed!! Love it!