Stiletto dancing, in the moonlit street,
Rain softly falling, keeping rhythmic beat,
Radio whining, on a park bench seat,
Images of the night.

Hope in a pound coin, the freezing tramp finds,
Windows in building broke, fighting the times,
As hours slowly pass, the city clock chimes,
Images of the night.

Cardboard city coughs, as trains trundle by,
Silver mist falling, on cold tiring eyes,
Lone siren wakened, beginning to cry,
Images of the night.

Corner girls swaying, displaying their wares,
Cautious cars cruising, where wives never dare,
A passenger rides, escaping the fare,
Free as the wind tonight.

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