Lyrics
Rotary Park is safe after dark
Neighbors off porches, the playground is stark
Wine stained a vacant old basketball court
Dwellings surround a municipal fort
Don’t mind the stories of triumphs and glories,
Rotary Park is the jam after dark
Believe and decide
Stay and be blind
Easy to claim when you’ve places to find
We nearly died
Be that inside
Grinding the gears of all tides
Rotary Park is at peace after dark
Chief Pontiac stamped his name on the mark
Mystery buried it flat on the nose
Twilight a tune to a creeping repose
Don’t mind the lion, he dreaming of Zion
Rotary Park is ablaze after dark
Rotary Park is swell after dark
Coveting woes in bureaucracy throes
Trials by pairings with blood on the psyche
Victory errands not sponsored by Nike
Purple potato-faced comrade ascends
Vultures encircle abandoned amends
This morning I woke from a nightmare and fell out of bed
And lo, the ghost of a man ages thought to be dead
A smile and a ribbon he wore with a dutiful pose
A wink, a prick from the thorn of that beautiful rose
Rotary Park is aghast before dusk
Don’t mind the four savage young horsemen of musk