3 O'Clock Flamingo Street - David McWilliams

Empty sound, deserted town

Beneath the silvery feathered down

Of morning’s waking breath

Forgotten tunes and silver spoons

Goes to deeply shadowed gloom

And dies a silent death

Junkered peers through plastic ears

Holds his bottle heaven near

And dimly strange to rise

Unreal, can’t feel

His dagger dangling band of steel

Through plastic coated eyes

Don’t turn away, there ain’t no need

It’s just 3 o’clock Flamingo Street

Big band show an hour ago

I saw the laughing doorman show the stairway to the crowd

Yellow girls

Hair uncurled

Swaying in a rhythmic world

To the music playing load

Close light, shines bright

Pierces through the yielding night

And hides the shadows deep

Feeling free should be

No time to turn the door to see

Where morning widows weep

Don’t turn away, there ain’t no need

It’s just 3 o’clock Flamingo Street

Pains begun bottle done

No place where a man can run

To shield his shaking brain

Head down round and round

Hold on harder to the ground

Untouched by the rain

Flesh cold, young or old

Who cares if the truth be told

Is only him to blame

Jack and Jill, had their fill

Begin to walk the day

Until it all begins again

Don’t turn around there ain’t no need

It’s just 3 o’clock Flamingo Street