Moral Dillemma
by Benjamin Ackerman
I step from off my cloud, and take my tophat off
I wonder where you are, as I wish upon a star
and as I gaze into your eyes,
can you see that I'm surprised?
I grab my mask as we leave the door
with haste, we depart
your attention I need to hold, as the calendar grows old
and as we enter the doors open wide,
and your eyes they come alive
if you keep doing what you do....
I could fall for you
The heat, it holds us down as we dance upon the floor
as we leave the night is still young, because neither one of
us is
done
and as I take off my mask,
on my knees I'm down to ask:
could you keep doing what you do?
I think I fell for you
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Black faces pressed against the glass
Where rain has pressed it's weight
Wind blown scarves in top down cars
All share one western trait
Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
From winos to dime-store Jews
Probably don't know they give me
These late John Garfield blues
Midnight fell on Franklin Street
And the lamppost bulbs were broke
For the life of me, I could not see
But I heard a brand new joke
Two men were standing upon a bridge
One jumped and screamed you lose
And just left the odd man holding
Those late John Garfield blues
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Where rain has pressed it's weight
Wind blown scarves in top down cars
All share one western trait
Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
From winos to dime-store Jews
Probably don't know they give me
These late John Garfield blues
Midnight fell on Franklin Street
And the lamppost bulbs were broke
For the life of me, I could not see
But I heard a brand new joke
Two men were standing upon a bridge
One jumped and screamed you lose
And just left the odd man holding
Those late John Garfield blues
An