On the beat
Wide brims, weave in and out of autumn favor
The textures, the colors, the grandeur and flair
Of summer twilight have finally simmered
Sputtering into an October gust
Tidying the ceaseless citywide bustle

Sober garb
Overcoats hail king
As young love departs chiming cable cars
Clubs blare with a hearty vigor
Gold and brass
Rattling, into the early evening wisps

Strutting pairs descend into obscurity
For the roaring underworld
The cavalier inferno

Their mighty hosts
Conspire under tilted brims
At comfort in their fine tailored suits
Lively gestures and low volume schemes

Pomade slick
Thievery radiates from your shy whispers
Hunkered below the scalding saxophones
Twinkling keys
And the high hammering tempo

Pomade slick
Your words breed death
Like chattering tommy guns
On every block bartered and claimed

Yet commoners
Rage on in their beloved niche
Their pay dished into the shadowy unknown
And recovered in shell casings
Broken glass and hollow points