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 10th 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 10th and Piedmont
