June 21

Spotlight sweeping an empty stage For a prima ballerina that has passed away Sirens dopple after semi-automatic report Chargers whine through the valley concrete Reminds me of the squeal of stolen Sprees Across the fields of my memories Summer in the city Bring me low Lonely backyard dog sings out to the moon Beyond the garage, a yellow Zephyr on blocks Windows rust shut, the fan is not enough Feel the heat and sorrow descend into my heart Summer in the city Bring me low Wait up with me tonight if you want Till the moment is gone Don't go to the BP after dark Don't be caught dead at the Short Stop Green lights are flashing, no love for the outer ring All the cops are working traffic for the stadiums downtown Summer in the city Bring me low Wait up with me tonight if you want Until the feeling is gone Mass for the shut-ins, the dread of sleep It's on ice, but it won't keep Summer in the city Bring me low Bring me low Bring me low