City Central Blues (Carlos Cortez)

“City Central Blues”

Lyrics: Carlos Cortez.
Tune: Unknown.


With a window of iron
And a mattress of wood
A concrete floor
Where many a rounder has stood

Contemplating
The small horizon
With a bit of despair,
Pensively seated
On a porcelain chair

Sucking a cigarette
Then flicking it in the air,
Each ash
Belonging to the past
Burning away like life itself
The years stacking
Like books on a shelf

Thoughts before
Never understood
Till face to face
With a window of iron
And a mattress of wood.


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