In this city ( a jazz song)

there is a pain in my arm , in my chest, in my heart

I am waiting for the countdown to begin, the end to start

the stroke to paralyze my eyes and my love

the arrest that stops the clock given by heaven above

I have lived and I have loved and I have sinned in this town

Perhaps I should live here forever six feet under the ground

Perhaps my ghost shall roam these streets if but at night

For darling even after death I will be in love all right

These streets are friendly and full of memories

Of all the times we sat down and talked and broke bread and tea

And as my body doubles up in a cough again

My legs throb with twitching of the pain

I cannot help but look above and thank the Lord above

for only He could think of a sendoff with such love

and then I pause for its dangerous where I tread

and walk back slowly with my anger in retreat

for how you promised and how you let go of me

for how you sold me under the big green tree

for how many times I chased you around the mulberry

and how many lives does this cat have in this city

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Author: Ajay Ohri

http://about.me/ajayohri

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