Poem: Street Lights

As the lights go on in the city
Her body tenses like that little girl
Who had to be in by the street lights
Before the night grew too dark

Poem: Blues Man

His dark and weathered skin
Might be older than the street itself
Deep set eyes that have watched
As ages have come and gone
Fingers swollen with arthritis
Yet they move like a young man’s
When dancing along brass valves