So much color

Like the streets of San Francisco

Parties can only be duller

If they sprayed on Crisco

 

Jakes play at Blakes

And drags break hearts

Pretty boys up their stakes

Inside they park their shopping carts

 

Photo shop and a good dish

Each one on a corner

Head down and make a wish

Either way become a mourner

 

Tongues like other brushes

They do make a fine font

Helping the alkies and lushes

Stay in love with 10^th and Piedmont

 

Ansley Square always has a fair

Sometimes even at night

Boys can’t help the big package stare

It’s never a gun but sword fight

 

Little girls have their room

They don’t ride but float on a broom

Red is more than color of pain

What does it take to change a lane?

 

A part of the world makes them numb

But no one would try and argue with that

With a flick of their fingers and their thumb

You couldn’t end a good time with a baseball bat

 

Tongues like other brushes

Don’t always stay within the lines

Even the boys imitate the lushes

After the powder and the vines

 

Coffee

 on the morning after

the only place to be

that welcomes most laughter

 

Mental jack to a book

One look mostly is all it took

Saving grace while giving some face

Only posers avoid this place

 

See the parade go by

What goes up will go down

Pearlie white lids reach for the sky

Every day is a parade in this town

 

Tongues become good brushes

Though it depends what you might want

Tapping not just alkies and lushes

All on 10^th and Piedmont