(12 Syllable Blues) Why you go there resides within your pretty head Where to muse of a confined love pale and flagrant When you could be home here safe asleep in your bed To wander through each night as one would a vagrant In streets of shadows where silhouettes dwell mazy Where to muse of a confined love pale and flagrant For this place hence leaves my heart grave my mind hazy Your eyes wide open and only for the moonlight In streets of shadows where silhouettes dwell mazy Your need to taste the power of the bloom such plight When steps you take so brazen a journey of chance Your eyes wide open and only for the moonlight To tout your wares a dangerous game in life’s dance Under a stale archaic lamp in lanes narrow When steps you take so brazen a journey of chance Fearful I am one dark day I will find you dead Why you go there resides within your pretty head Under a stale archaic lamp in lanes narrow When you could be home here safe asleep in your bed. © Harry J Horsman 2018