Twilight of a Champion

The rising moon faces the sickening sun,
as the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one,
A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline--
Surrounded by his symbols of prosperity--
Sits back in his new leather chair
ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast.
I’m smiling through my teeth.
Anybody can be a millionaire,
so everybody’s gotta try
but by the laws of this human jungle
only the heartless will survive.
& down there--but for the grace of god
--go I.
The smoke & the steam, & the broken down dreams,
the hope, & the hunger, frustration & anger,
the little drunken lives,--
driven' through the traffic lights
& away from who they are!
But I’ve been thinking of you--
In this great city of great solitude.
Crossin' the central reservation, of my imagination,
Searchin' for the world I… left behind.
A shadow hunting shadows of childhood life.
It’s all I want--& all I miss--
but how can I return, to a place that don’t exist!
from Mombosa to Miami, Beiruit to Bangladesh,
I’ve flown around the world standing
on the wing of a jet.
tryin' to salvage my emotions