What's Wednesday Want - Sass Jordan

Half past nine in the middle of a Wednesday morning sneaker parade

The city sweats with the heat and the smoke and all the urban decay

A boy is running with a broken arm

A dog is dreaming of a distant farm

And everybody that is here just wants to kill each other

It’s killing me

What’s Wednesday want from me

I don’t really wanna know

Whatever Wednesday wants

By Thursday I’ll have found a way to go

Paper tigers on the magazine racks

Their mouths are roaring with rage

Old bag lady with a coffee sits there reading from a torn out page

Another thief is trying to make a break

A man is crying out for goodness' sake

The garbage turns into an ocean as the dirty gutter spills on the street

No more concrete jungle prisons

I’ll be going home