Town business

Today, after reading a few people talking about this early-morning fire on Twitter and Facebook, and after watching a couple of videos from The Specials, I wrote these lyrics:

It's the morning after the fire on 73rd and MacArthur on the deep East Side
Everyone is bewildered and nobody saw it coming until the place got fried
Not every block blaze is suspicious
But not every flame can be innocent
When criminals parade waving contracts
And it's harder every day just to make rent One block over
there's a robbery going down
don't try to protect
The terms of the exchange
are exactly what you would expect
in this town Now flash forward years after tears run dry on the deep East Side
Abracadabra hey presto there's galleries and bistros it's been gentrified
Not every new neighbor is nameless
But not every old one gets to linger
When you're shoved by an invisible hand
And insult to injury is it gives you the finger One block over
there's a robbery going down
don't try to protect
The terms of the exchange
are exactly what you would expect
in this town Not what we mean
when we used to say
town business
It's a sad tired scene
When you get to see
town business

Goodbye Shamsher

Chairmen of the board

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I thought something might come together. I did some of the things might help. I waited to hear back. Today I learned it didn’t move forward. It wasn’t me, it was them. It’s their rules, their board, their game. I thought about these two gentlemen sitting outside the shuttered neighborhood fast-food spot. They have their own time to spend, contemplate moves, talk in between and even during if they feel like it. They could be in one park up the road, the other park up the road or the other one two blocks along the avenue, or beside the lake. But they play where they are because they like it, until they feel like doing something else. That was what made them caught my eye while I waited for the light to change at the intersection, and what gave me the time to capture them.