Prince's Street Conversations 

A river of conversations

Snatched in the passing

Tumble 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 place

We dare not 

Care to 

Mention.