Sounds of the City

I've become in a way fond of the way people yell. Mamma yells a lot when she drinks. The store clerks yell when I steal food. My brothers a sisters yell because they are kids, And mamma says they aint got nothin' better to do. And I've become amused by the way the screen door creaks when it opens and closes Every time I leave I hear it, Like the hinges of it know that the home is actually a house and they cry. And the noises of the street, and the grime of the sidewalk dirt. Car horns and sirens that wale and the cars that zip past while we wait on the corner, Me and the gang that is. We normally wait for customers... The ones who want the drugs. They are like us. They like the noises of the street. They fall in love with the Sounds of the city.