He hums tonight through his streets
My unlatched window the tune repeats
The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop
A few seconds mumble then whisks him off

Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure

He runs tonight through his block
A crack in the curtain is unlocked
No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend

Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure

He cries tonight through his manner
I can see his conscience get the better
From a door-way stepped in shadowed leather
Exchanging handshakes for money and pleasure

He crawls tonight through his scum
From my dirty window his body's numb
Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent
Meets his pick-up who pays his rent

Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
His pleasure

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