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The overhead train roars past at near midnight
The entire structure shakes
Scaring away the rats taking refuge below
They run to the shadows of tall buildings
Scaring the bums eating their day's pillage
The bums throw everything in reach at the rats
Who once again scurry away
One lucky rat runs into a dimly lit club
Inside is a silent crowd; they take no notice of the furry patron
Every eye is on the stage; every ear listens in rapt attention
As the saxophone sings out a longing melody over the room
A piano whispers an answer
The rant puts down its crumbs
And curls up under the bar to listen