The Midnight Man Pt. 3

The daytime is setting
in this broken subway
High and dry downtown
But I’m not done with the night
I saw you walk uphill
my mind race you to the bottom
Oh I reckon scripted marauding gaits
and learned curtain calls;
dragged feet on a freeway
neon lights are blinking
the city winds navigate
roadblocks and traffic signs
of speeding days, and nights
slithered like venom on my throat
Only a vice such as yours
can clear away this smog made of ice