A Prelude to Pilgrim Street

As the skies roll on above you The walls are overcast They lose their friendly shadows And look beyond themselves at last Through greasy streets, starved of sun Accepting the following queues Searching for companion Counter-pointed to the fugue And they wait there for a reaction As the mist curls round the doors They're trying to bring attention to What was always there before If they needed a reminder As their eyes glaze unimpressed That if nobody sees the worst A prelude is good enough