Hey, Diddle Diddle

Hey diddle, diddle
A homeless man’s fiddle
Is playing a city to sleep
Snapping strings don’t heed
A more vital need
For some goddamn quiet and peace

Hey diddle diddle,
The neighbor’s will quibble
About the nighttime symphonies
He says it’s art
She says it’s the start
Of a hobo mutiny

Hey diddle diddle
The evening is brittle
As rain overthrows the sounds
Of laughing strings playing
To a city, decaying
Pleading to finally be drowned

Hey diddle diddle
A cat sleeps on the fiddle
And a distant dog howls at the moon
A full-grown man laughs
As he runs from his past
With white crystals and a spoon.

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