Charlie

Sometimes in this place, you just don't know, if you’ll make it, the same with those, who never show, they don't understand, if there's time to pray, give me a blow, while others turn up late, how they break my bones, do they know, no one gets by alone, I really need to state, sunlight comes with stones, life is not a holiday, this café trade is slow, red wine’s not to waste, a crowded bar atones, it’s a happy day, listening to a jazz solo, cigarettes to taste, an atmosphere of home.

Bella

By the garden door, of Saint Phillip Neri, she sees the poor, they cross Catherine Street, need in their eyes, linen unclean, the soul of lost hordes, someone asks why, they slouch as they walk, who needs pity, when pity is sly, dances at the beggar's party, all of them caught, there'll be no inquiry, when truth is sought, perish the guilty, each part of their lives, is fractured then buried, makes a perfect nought, a crime to identify, the troubled and lost, between moon and sky ?

Annie

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, they look after their own, we walk on the beach, at the end of the day, all our loving sweeps, each part of our home, suddenly drained, find we're alone, you grab my sleeve, pull me close and say, let's go back East, by the wind brown coast, I hold your face, smell your Cologne, to catch horizons like these, sets me off to pray, buy me ice cream, celebrate our days.

Zuri

Your house beyond the dunes, sea roses beneath the sky, picket fences ease your ruin, a life that's been great, absence poems always cry, sing sweeter than the prostrate, even God is not immune, he puts your love aside, some things can't be duped, fire burns in the grate, don't tell me how you lied, smoke rises it gets late, is it me or the blues, dying in the tide, can't you see you fool, no voice makes me salivate, eves hanging out to dry, being near your fire place, they ask how are you, pilloried troubles slight, what a dancing troupe, drapes their disguise.

Yara

He has such giving ways, brings me Bollinger, on Christmas Day, what can we do alone, without relinqhuishing, circumstances of our own, wine pours down my face, it’s like a Christening, he cuts the Angel cake, are we here or gone, he hasn't got a pot to piss in, we laugh at the unknown, choose to live or chase, summon our lives as witness, called upon to pray, we stumble down the road, rattle chains from the sea, taste to test our resolve, my greatest days, come when not scared witless, huge hours to celebrate, our restless spirits.

Xoey

Who hasn't thought, alone and perplexed, worrying about nought, take a drink of wine, burdens of what's next, Birthdays,Christmas, Valentines, other stuff we’ve bought, anger of the vexed, tell us what’s the score, men beseech Online, act as though belessed, demanding of our time, generally divorced, wearing festival vests, drunk or overwrought, firmly hold the line, aren't these dating tests, supposed to be confined, lost at the Mall, staring at the rest, who will give a call, take me to the crest ?

Wanda

The year Lady passed away, I couldn't shift the blues, sunk deeper day by day, hated to be alone, see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you came with angels, I didn't have a clue, how to deal with rage, you arranged the loans, got me out the stew, put jelly on my bones, before she lost the game, I thought about her due, all she created, then I started to drone, couldn't eat or cook, everything looked done, now your tune resonates, sings in all I do, dances in the daylight, so many thank yous.