West 7th Street - by Klecko

The snow plows have stopped running
While a gypsy - tins my bowl
The perverts at the Denmark hide
Because the preacher wants their soul

Children go on milk cartons
When parents ignore their debt
The old world must remember
Because the new school will forget

You can smile - or maybe laugh
But, buckle tight - into your seat
The Prodigals Son - just can't have fun
When he returns to West 7th street

Bathsheba's sitting in the driveway
With a hand gun in her purse
I asked why she was packing
You weren'y sure what was worse

Sleeping without Billy
Or sleeping in a hearse
The prophets didn't seem to want to try
Because you'd just rebuked their curse

For those who despise this infidel
They better just stare at her feet
Because the spirits strong - but the flesh is weak
When you partake on West 7th street

Cassius ran a supper club
Linen napkins and paper plates
At 2 O'clock - was his bank drop
He observed some criminals traits

4 Hmong boys - who fled abrupt
Holding canvas bags and guns
Everybody hit the deck
But, Cassius refused to run

Instead he followed in a Buick
Until they were detained - by the Heat
Our hero wouldn't touch his just reward
They passed it out on West 7th street

Mr. Twist was of British lineage
And, often ate things off the floor
An orphan who left us uncertain
If he was eccentric - or just poor

He was crucified by phobias
We watched while his neurosis grew
He was unable to void - while at the shop
Or share a toilet with the crew

When the last dough came off the mixer
We placed a spike right through his feet
He and 2 theives made quite a mess
So watch your step on West 7th street

Pocahontas was a pole dancer
Who just quit Deja Vu
She gave up lap dances for pastry training
And, took her breaks in my Malibu

Each night we'd smoke 2 cigarettes
A cracked windshield framed the stars
Her body was more than picture perfect
But, her confidence bore weighty scars

Then on tuesday - my night off
She disrobed - out on the concrete
Where she gave every employee a special good bye
Before she danced down West 7th street

Antoinette - was a buxom vet
We entered through the back
To plan another recognizance
It was her nature to attack

She hung maps displaying tortured dogs
And, we'd emancipate them between loads of bread
Within moments they were off the radar
Their owners assumed they were dead

So question our methods - if you like
And label us a cheat
But we were just taking orders
From the good Doc on West 7th street

Frost is on the window pane
while it bites deep into your toes
Rabbits - searching for their holes
Maybe half the warren froze

Icicles, boogars, boots and strep
Two called in with the flu
It's going to be one of those nights
If we don't die before we are through

Thirteen hours before sunrise
So lets absorb the ovens heat
Sometimes we take things by the minute
On West 7th street

Kamal hopped on the 74 B
Much to my surprise
He decided to sit behind me
There was strange peace in his eyes

I fired him for being slow
And called him a Turban Head
Then told him to fly out on his fucking rug
Or else he's wish that he was dead

When I got up - to leave the bus
He was full while I was incomplete
Because ignorance shrouded with mercy
were foreign on west 7th street

Santa and Othello
They didn't know what to do
the shelter had to lock the doors
Before their rye was through

They wrapped themselves with plastic
So when they slept - they wouldn't get wet
I offered them a flour bag mattress
Behind a pastry cabinet

That's when Othello began to grin
Exclaiming - My stars that can't be beat
Junior thinks we'd sleep in this dump
When we could bed down on West 7th street

1000 ghosts - they've all shared time
Lined up in this commercial space
Often times I can hear their voice
But, I can't make out their face

They might be recanting their promises
And, some opinions too
But, the one thing they hold in agreement
Is its all over - when I'm through

And, even though the outcome is flawed
The process was a treat
It's just to bad that the marvel must fade
When I step off of West 7th street