Hollywood Blvd Blues

By  brian francis

Troubles are coming
As money runs low
Nobody seems to care
There are no jobs
out there at all
the beggar’s hand is everywhere

There are union men
Their signs held high
Standin’ by every store
Children are hungry
Tears in their eyes
They don’t want to play no more

Out on the street
A few kids stand
hitchin’ for a ride
they’re goin’ downhill
it’s a bloody disgrace
they only know how to lie

Little runaway girls
Their skirts so tight
Standin’ on the street
A john drives up
She smiles at him
He taps on the other seat

Three times her age
Yet she gets in
He looses up his tie
As he reaches across
You can see in her face
That maybe she would rather die

Her boyfriend down
on the other street
hangin’ ’round the park
catches a whistle
from and old, lonely man
As he sells some weed to a narc

They make enough
To pay the rent
At forty bucks a night
They drink or get high
Nothing’ better to do
They have no goals in sight


Copyright © 2021 brian francis

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brian francis

Born and raised in the idyllic environment of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. A rural paradise perfect for a roving childhood. Now living in the desert southwest, with a flock of parrots, a pigeon, and Three dogs.

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