There is a music in these streets
It shifts together like meeting currents.
This drummer hitting old sticks off older buckets.
This singer fighting his way through Springsteen classics.
This guitar player, turning metal strings into electric blues
They swell and fade
And there is no need for sense here
In the passing street
Where the neon lights call out to the electricity in all of us.
There is a beauty in these streets
Beautiful women move casual everywhere!
This beauty is indifferent
It exists without trying (seemingly)
Their smiles are warmer than this Texas sun
They move dresses like fabric breezes
So cool they could freeze a heartbeat.
There is an ordered chaos in these streets
You are a nation of straight lines
These roads do not bend to the earth
I wish I could move through them in circles
Meet these people from a new angle
The Jesus follower missing teeth
The bouncer in love with the rhythm
The charity couple calling out strangers
The waitress impressed by French
The bartender chilling glasses
The driver with the disconnected arm tattoos
The poets drinking ice tea in Styrofoam cups
They merge together.
Like meeting currents
When the day ends
I wonder if they change at all