The Poetry Of Chapel Street

THE POETRY OF CHAPEL STREET
(Words: Michael Gray Griffith
Music: Ben Antoniadis)

Below the faceless mannequins
The gay boys are kissing
Their eyes turning red and then green

Before the 7-Eleven
A homeless man sleeps
Under a blanket that hides all of his dreams

And the singles are all out searching
For that somebody who’s searching
For what the uber drivers already know

That if you stay here until she sees you
She’ll lead you beneath the tracks
Where all of her poetry grows

If I could only record her
For in her tangled metaphors
I know there hides a perfect poem

Where her trams set the meter
For the troubles of the cleaners
Each one a portrait waiting to be hung

On cafe walls suggesting
That you should start preparing
To join her junkies’ choir as they sing

That if you stay here until she sees you
She’ll lead you beneath the tracks
Where all of her poetry grows

Oh, the poetry she has given me
In the form of imagery
Like flowers blooming for her street light moons

And I’m open to her delights
Like a sponge soaking up the night
Composing as my tram rolls along

And I think she knows I’m missing you
But the lonely are her favourite tunes
If we find our rhyme she might add us to her song

Yeah, if you stay here until she sees you
She’ll lead you beneath the tracks
Where all of our poetry grows

Yeah, if you stay here until she sees you
She’ll lead you beneath the tracks
Where all of our poetry grows