Midnight in this lonesome valley

Midnight in this lonesome valley
Of a city from alleyway to alley:
Dead end streets and bars without names,
Pool halls, bar bands and poker games,
A nation of bluesers and broken hearts,
Souls at sea without map or chart.

Walk these streets of shadow and night,
A neither world where the dark meets the light,
Where once-upon-times stagger through the streets
And happily-ever-afters you seldom meet.
Some forgotten, some never found,
Some riding that old devil hound.

A purgatory ‘tween Eden and un-Eden,
A garden of wanting and needing
Morning to come and empty the night
And the city of all that isn’t the light.

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