Skyscrapers, their feet
Set in concrete,
Watch over the smoggy city street.

The needles of factory chimneys
Spin fluffy cotton clouds
Into dreary mundane grey funeral shrouds
To spread on the city street.

Only the gaudy glow
Of neon-lit store fronts
Pierces the murky smog
Of the grey city street.

I once dreamt of spending days
In a green and gracious place
As a forest ranger,
I now face a different danger
Of drowning in the grey
As a cop on his beat
On a grey city street.