IN THE NIGHT-SKY’S MOONLIT LIGHT

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IN THE NIGHT-SKY’S MOONLIT LIGHT

Suddenly, the crowd is gone;
Seaside fever, July’s heat,
Dies on distant jazzman’s beat,
Darkness, not yet dawn.

I walk alone and no one cares;
Glass-glint women hurry by,
Never stopping on the fly,
Usually in pairs.

On the pavement of the street,
I’m so tired of making passes,
Sug’r daddies and molasses,
Nothing left to eat.

So I sit beside the shore,
Spot a hungry hawk in flight,
In the night-sky’s moonlit light,
Sigh and think no more.

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