Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Noir Project, Smooth Jazz, Jazz Lounge Акустика пустых улиц (Acoustics of Empty Streets)

Neon puddles catching the red
From the vacancy sign just above my head
A crumpled fedora, a pocket of dimes
I’m always a witness to other men’s crimes
Just walking the line in the cold midnight chill
A siren is wailing three blocks to the east
The city’s a beautiful, ravenous beast
I’m tracking a ghost in a pair of high heels
While trying to swallow how emptiness feels
Just paying the tab for a bitter old thrill
She said she’d be waiting at quarter to two
In a dress that was painted a dangerous blue
But the clock on the corner is pointing at three
And the only one standing on this corner is me
So I kick at the water and shatter the light
Surrendering into the arms of the night
The clues are all cold and the whiskey is gone
I’ll keep on walking till the break of the dawn
Just a shadow dissolving in neon and rain
Just a shadow.
Nothing but rain.