The Shift Change Splits the Streets

I'm pushing pins through the pavement. I'm adding days to the week. I feel the city sidewalk shake beneath me While everyone sleeps. I'm spiking punch and Judy send offs With silver dollars I stole From Michael's dresser somewhere back in Brooklyn While he was out digging holes. I wrote the horse you rode in on a letter To keep the focus off me, and make it stay there, To keep you guessing while the shift change splits the streets, But I still can't sleep.