These streets. br These streets, are wet, br stern with the gloss of grey cement. br br Mean to say. br The sly grace of those br who walk them br with unconsidered pace br and talk them - br glittering in the askance light br and brimming dark. br br In their sad hoorahs br in sad bars br they are br still br somebody. br For somebody is everyone br in these glowing streets, br these mean-time streets. br br Hello and cheerio. br br And, someday - br someday br please say br these streets are br ours. br br Ours for the while, br me and you.