10th Street was cluttered with trash…garbage cans pushed over by a mad man…up and down he went…house to house rummaging through neighbor’s debris…lookin’ for her…he claimed someone had stolen his sweetheart…

so he ran his fingers into banana peels…tuna fish cans…soiled diapers…crushed soda pop bottles…hollerin’ out…,where’d she go…,the moon shined in a purple sky…

and, no-one was talkin’…people just looked-on in amazement…behind screen doors…gaps in window shades…through dusty blinds…some men got six packs and popped open beer after beer while sittin’ on their stoops as he carried on…

Where’s my baby…, he called out…,you seen her…huh…’bout you…,moanin’ like a shot dog…,someone’s gonna pay for this…someone…,the old man kept yellin’…

he was right…the whole neighborhood paid as he broke down and balled into morn…kept ’em all awake…a sufferin’ fool…down and out on 10th Street…

some men can never pay for their sins…