Monument Observatory

The purposeful,
the lax,
the man in suit who has his fax,
the time wasters,
rhyme piasters,
family man with family plans,
the fans of Miss guitar in hand.

The first date,
bad plate floor size dinner,
winners,
losers and all the time bruisers.

Your voices makes all this disappear,
swept away by a road sweeps ploy.
Boy and girl walk hand in hand,
past you and they had not planned
to hear a song they both do love,
for some reason up above.

You make the street turn into one
no scary face religion or race.

But no ones dancing..
must be wrong, am I the only one who hears your song?..