Arts
Prince's Street Conversations A river of conversationsSnatched in the passingTumble downstream In a wall of broken sound, Eavesdropped from other worlds,The private and banal,The intimate and profane,The guttural grunts,The over-engineered sentences, Of Morningside ladies, The voices of the continents,The language of the streets,Shouting and whispering, Gossiping, Loving and hating, Promising,Pleading, Lying and trusting, But passing by, They fade together,To a single passage, Eventually,Emptying out, To that placeWe dare not Care to Mention.