bright lights, over heated sidewalks

lights shine like a ten foot sun

hotter than the sahara

warmer than the stones

Cold by dusk, only to get replaced by noon


Walk down to the theater

see all the biggest shows

on your way there say hi to Tom

the nicest cab driver in town


money flows in every second of the say

money gets burned every minute of the hour

money is laundered from front to back

in comes the mafia truck

out goes the last of the day


our actors line up two by two

folded arms lay upon the piano

“hello waitress” says the man at the bar

“here is your tip, go grab me a star”


walk out the back and search the alley way

find a old quarter on the ground

light up a cigar…

taste the sweet smell of chocolate in the air

to bad its gone now

floated on back to the theaters bounds