Refused On Temple St - Isidore, Steve Kilbey

On Temple Street

Thinning crowds disperse among the dripping hedges

A little blurry at the edges

Up in your suite

Replete amid the juggled slumber never knew

Whose number could be up next

And you talk about our time together

And it seems so long ago

How’d you ever get to be so enchanting and so low?

I know

You’d better pack up and go

On Temple Street

The ambulance advances through the teeming night

So medical in rd and white

And at your feet

The servants bow and scrap seeking gratitude

As you adjust your altitude

And you talk about our time together

All the hours that you used

How’d you ever get to be so enchanting and so low?

I know

After all that you’ve refused

Beware the cinder that glows

It’s burning more than you suppose

On Temple Street

The morning starts in rain along the garden paths

Laughing in the aftermath

On Temple Street

Thinning crowds disperse among the dripping hedges

Little blurry at the edges

Temple Street

Temple Street

Temple Street