The humid air of a summer street,
Grips the soul and drives a beat.
A million souls in a heart beat.
Early coffee stands,
janitors asleep, with their ragged feet,
and the raging sun is indiscreet.
Beat after beat after beat.
The silence of the heat.
That grips the passer-bys,
and gnaws at moving feet.
Beat after beat after beat.
The inferno sun is in retreat,
and the commuters are returning,
to failing homes and more deciet.
Beat after beat after beat.
Supper and bath and low-fat meat,
and the night that crawls on,
the town, like a traitor or a cheat.
Beats between every single beat.
The excitement as the lovers meet,
a gesture, devoid of emotion,
so haggard, though seen elite.
It's the consicence of a blackened street,
the life it eats,
sans a beat.
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All comments are appreciated :)

Any better way to describe a day? From the beginnig till the end of it .. I DON'T THINK SO .. Good Job :)

Thanks eMo, glad you liked it :D

Nice one Threadlike :flower:

Thanks Charm :)