Why are the streets always wet in the movies
I have my own theory, but I was wondering if you knew
It’s kind of quiet out tonight
Looks like I may be the only one who can’t sleep
It won’t be the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last
I think it’s because of the tears
You know, the wet streets
All those forlorn, timeworn and world-weary
Phone-talking
TV-watching
Net-surfing
Quietly desperate ones
Just sitting, waiting for the dawn
Watercolor dreams
Left out in the rain
Washed away
Run away into the night
And down the wet streets
In the night scenes
And the night seems to never end
Bus stop-waiting shell of a man
Burned out, used up
Strung out
There is no doubt
In his misty eyes I can see it
Try to run away before it takes me
Can’t let it break me
We grow older
Edge closer
To consider the fragments left behind
While the years pass
Taking from our lives a heavy toll
After midnight
That’s when the tears begin to fall
Then drop by soul-wringing drop they run together
Until the night is saturated in a mist of sorrow
No wonder the streets are wet
3 responses so far ↓
Al // May 30, 2009 at 10:00 am |
through watery eyes
I despair, the sweet
colors of dreams
cascades on canvas
Nice work RG. Thank you for commenting on my blog at vox.com (Pryzm) I look forward to reading more of your work.
Dianne // May 21, 2009 at 5:05 am |
Whoa . . . this is awesome. Hopped over here from Coffee Shop Journal. Love watercolor (i paint). Love poetry (i write, kind of). Love this intermingling of the two – what a picture.
rgryan // May 21, 2009 at 10:36 am |
Thanks, Dianne. Hope you drop in again sometime.