Off Duty

While the sun sleeps
I stalk the streets
tis when the mice come out to play
that the night has become my day
like a shadow I cover my territory
here it is that I tell my story
Just another night, roaming this black abyss
it twas like every other night, it went like this
few customers i did see
yet a few looked, with disgust at me
i tossle my hair and strut my stuff
but sometimes working my corner is tough
whence the night did slip away to the dawn of day
i trot down to phillies where I sometimes stay
slinking through the door I take a seat
old phillie delievers me my usual coffee & bite to eat
once done, I rest my feet, relieving them from my pumps
and in walks one of New York City's classy chumps
next to me, the seat he slides in
with high hopes of taking me for a spin
he says his name's Charlie and he calls me dollface
he's rich, with a touch of charm and grace
I say sorry Charlie but you're too blind to see
It's daylight, and I'm off duty