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