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