a place where people come to play |
the sea reflects the morning light lazy waves rolling easy on the beach dawn waking up the playground city all around the boardwalk homeless sleep off the night as early risers walk on by - in the casinos a regular crowd shuffles around tables an' slots making desperate bets loosing the month's welfare and social security checks young street stow-a-ways stir inside boarded abandaminiums while next door the fortunate born look down at them inside luxury hi-rise condominiums at the neighborhood clinic addicts wait in line for their daily dose of meth and whores stagger around looking for a fix after a night walking the streets turnin' out of town trix a homeless woman squats in a city bus stop shelter holding on to all she owns and a decripit ol' alchy begs for change hoping soon to sooth his bones an' stagger into sister jean's while cleansing the spirits of the city's unclean on the main city drag shiny stretch limos stream by with unseeing eyes hidden behind tinted windows returning to privileged little lives as the unfortunate born go on living in the garbage strewn golden streets of the world's playground city |