Jackson Street

Light reflections and sounds

Flowing down to me,

From where China Town and

Black Town and White Town meet

On the door step to the City.

 

Listen – to the sound of

Trucks running to unload cargo,

Buses carrying people to work

And Autos fighting for a lane.

 

All muffled into an uneven roar.

Echoed off a thousand buildings

Used to store, sell, service and sleep in.

Lovers, lifers and libbers.

All are waiting there

With hopes and dispairs.

At the top of the Electric Stairs

To Jackson Street.

                                    Young ‘79