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Hollywood Blvd Blues
by Brian Francis
Troubles are coming
As money runs low
Nobody seems to care
There are no jobs
out there at all
the beggars hand is every where
There are union men
Their signs held high
Standin by every store
Children are hungry
Tears in their eyes
They dont want to play no more
Out on the street
A few kids stand
hitchin for a ride
theyre goin downhill
its a bloody disgrace
they only know how to lie
Little runaway girls
Their skirts so tight
Standin on the street
A john drives up
She smiles at him
He taps on the other seat
Three times her age
Yet she gets in
He looses up his tie
As he reaches across
You can see in her face
That maybe she would rather die
Her boyfriend down
on the other street
hangin round the park
catches a whistle
from and old, lonely man
As he sells some weed to a narc
They make enough
To pay the rent
At forty bucks a night
They drink or get high
Nothing better to do
They have no goals in sight
09/17/2003 Posted on 09/17/2003
Copyright © 2025 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christopher Shin on 09/17/03 at 04:20 PM Wow I live a couple of blocks away from Hollywood Blvd. I have never seen it like that. Very descriptive. |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 12/11/03 at 09:23 AM So well put, Brian. I live in Burbank and go to Hollywood often and the boys and girls selling themselves, the kids wasted on crack and speed...you captured it, Brian, you really did. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/16/07 at 06:14 PM Living between Hollywood and Sunset Blvds, I see the homeless, but I've never seen the kids. Maybe I'm not in the right area. But what you've described is sad and all too true, otherwise there would not be safe places for these kids to go.
~Chelle~ |
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