Loneliness on a Crowded Street

Strawberry Swing...

There's a rhythm, but no rhyme.
A motion but the ocean dried in moonlit time.
Breath, but the man doesn't breathe.
No more sleep, there's no need.
A rhythm but no rhyme.

There's wine red blood, but no beat.
A summer's breeze dances in winter's heat.
A drunkard and his lady Gin.
Tears held back, placid strength.
Wine red blood, but no beat.

There's a rhythm, but no rhyme.
The water and the pump, but the hand is missing time.
Laughter, but the man doesn't smile.
No more sleep, leave for awhile.
A rhythm but no rhyme.

Strawberry Swing...