The night Lou Reed died
Every bar in the city
The big borough city
played the poet
who encapsulated
what drove us down to town
took us back into our lives
and captured what needed encapsulation anticipation.
Dreams to live to die by
sometimes shuddering our way home
whilst we tried to recall our listless motivations
to get our asses out of lost towns
and onto the bridges that always smiled at us
while we waited for acceptance or acknowledgement
something that made the beat worth defending
The cripples chalice-sing
Past sifted by the moment
T
The Night Lou Reed Died
