Downtown Train by Tom Waits

Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the night-time mist
I climb through the window and down to the street
I’m shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full with all of those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds

Well you wave your hand and they scatter like crows
They have nothing that will ever capture your heart
They’re just thorns without the rose
Be careful of them in the dark
Oh, if I was the one you chose to be your only one
Oh baby can’t you hear me now, can’t you hear me now?

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train?
Every night it’s just the same, you leave me lonely now

I know your window and I know it’s late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the four-way
You watch them as they fall, oh baby, they all have heart attacks
They stay at the carnival, but they’ll never win you back

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train?
Where every night, every night it’s just the same, oh baby
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All of my dreams they fall like rain, oh baby on a downtown train

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train?
Where every night, every night it’s just the same, oh baby
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train?
All of my dreams just fall like rain, all on a downtown train
All on a downtown train, all on a downtown train
All on a downtown train, a downtown train

One of the loveliest #dirtypromts we received was from our wonderful door girl Piper. Her saucy photo inspired lovely stories from all of the Dirty Boys. (You can find @quickienewyork’s here and @daisysanger’s here and @gibsongrand’s here)

It is a crime and there has never been a girl that made me feel more guilty.

As we pass her around, like a party favor, I am predatory and protective all at once. I have to remind myself of many things, that she is not actually a little girl, that she is as smart as she is gorgeous, that she loves being a doll as much as we love dressing her up and playing with her.

She beams like sunshine on our laps though and makes us forget half the things we’re trying to member. She flits from lip to lip with hummingbird aplomb.

Always the first to step out of her party dress and always the last to stop washing our whiskey stained glasses when the nights end.

She is our perfect Piper and as strange as it sounds, I feel blessed every time I get a dirty picture from her.