“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.