Crippled girl on crutch
She was turning heads that day
Short purple dress
All American
Lost somewhere in that wilderness
A land with no conscience
A cold place and time
Her hair un-kept
She struggles
Coming through the door
A busy day behind her
A city flashing by
A story untold
A history
This was the crippled girl on crutch,
Her evening dress in the afternoon,
Her story unknown

Night People
Wander these streets
Watch yourselves, voices carry
In some places, route by subway
In others, pickup truck starry nights
Here and now, traffic light, queue of cars
High Heels on pavement, boots in the dust
The story of night people
Their loves
Their lives
Their adventures as others lay asleep
This is their time
The 4AM
The sunset
The dusk and the dawn
We’ve lost you there, in so many nights
Among them
Among ourselves
Sun never rise, adventure never end
Run to the end of that blvd
Run to the end of time
Neon cutting black
Electric fueling dreams
Of lovers
Friends
Those in other places
On the streets below
Here’s to the night people
Wherever you are