Clark Street Bridge

Dust of the feet And dust of the wheels, Wagons and people going, All day feet and wheels.

Now. . . . . Only stars and mist A lonely policeman. Two cabaret dancers. Stars and mist again. No more feet or wheels. No more dust and wagons.

Voices of dollars And drops of blood Voices of broken hearts, . . Voices singing, singing, . . Silver voices, singing, Softer than the stars. Softer than the mist.