TALL BUILDINGS IN FOUR O'CLOCK STREETS

Robert Clairmont

Tonight, my mood calls for tall buildings in four o'clock streets. 

Give me rows of windows dead in night with a moon shining in them. 

Give me deserted walks with crumpled newspapers lying still on them. 

Give me the reflections of electric lamps in a four o'clock rain. 

Tonight, my mood calls for tall buildings in four o'clock streets—give 

      me a river, black and shining and a liner somewhere near.