Jake's Flea Market

the girl on the corner is one of us
she strolls from the lamplight to the sign she dances
dances to turn the slow searching eyes of boys

and we’re the boys we’re the faces
in the windows of the unremarkable
sunshined blue chevrolet that cruises slowly by we’re all boys
we chomp twenties like taunts between our teeth

we’re boys on sidewalks and street corners
with cigarettes and no place to go we dance
dance to turn the slow searching eyes in the windows
of the big blue sky’s the limit world that passes quickly by

with mouths full of promises it leaves us behind
we stamp our feet and hurl curses
up and down the length of the street
where even the slowest cars move too fast