Cardigan Street

Alcoholics wander up to where we sit They're loitering with intellect over a gentile thoroughfare Rising 'library-quiet' northward bound Marcel wonders far away from the birds eye view Down Cardigan Street, yonder to the grassy isle With plastics and liquids that they make A mist creeps in from far beyond, spot lights on a wall Babies cry while baby sitters sleep Across the grassy divide, cardigan street Like a disjointed time line it comes into being Where the dirt and concrete mix, cardigan street It's a cocked leg of a road where none should be Occasionally they'd lose their temper in moments of exuberance Though they rarely took stock of their neighbours They didn't even know their names A car with a girl inside it with a bang the streetscape consolidates Upholstery remains, no signature, forged Down Cardigan Street, yonder to the grassy isle With plastics and liquids that they make A mist creeps in from far beyond, spot lights on a wall Babies cry while baby sitters sleep