Dirty Old Town

spreads out it’s streets like mechano,
train station, subway, shoe store, car.

Dirty Old Town
drinks in a bar

swims through it’s dreams
like chlorine and emeralds.

Dirty Old Town
watches TV

Dirty Old Town
drinks coffee, another coffee

and goes to the park
goes to the mall

goes into work
goes back home

Dirty Old Town
wonders should it move

but doesn’t have the money
and doesn’t know the rules

Dirty Old Town
sleeps with the moon

gives money to charity
buys the Big Issue.

Dirty Old Town
sucks saxophone,

blows guitar
percussion skins,

blues bizzarre
Dirty Old Town

dirty old you
dirty old me

dirty old fugue
the sun rises

the night reels
but the evening’s made

of magenta
the evening’s made

of sound
it could be worse,

Dirty Old Town.

after the Pogues/Ewan MacColl