It’s raining for some reason over West St. Clair St.
That merges in a cloud bank with Riddle Rd.;
Evening Star Lane lent me to kiss Iris one fine night
But only Celestial St. could reduce the soul to fine ash.

The vote was shaky on shady Mt. Auburn
Before you and I had taken to drink on Clifton Ave.
And visit again the smouldering rooms on Calhoun St.