The cock crowed more Than three times today. Silver crossed palms Silver spiked forearms Silver in veins Silver threaded pain That Rooster gotta go! Dump truck alarm call Radio station noise Call and return Between the corner boys Fire truck sirens Cops join the party Rooster's yelling hearty. Don't you know, man, That Rooster gotta go! This city's not meant For early risers Cocky spur fighters At at first lighters. This city sleeps in And the mermaids Weep poison while an Earthbound Poseidon - Trident spear's stolen - Yells at the dawn In language forgotten: The sun ain't just Yellow, it's a chicken; That Rooster's gotta go! Being precious about Silence, the kind of Person that noise Drives to thoughts Of violence, Is never gonna wash In this hustle and Bustle, earning A crust for the Birds, a cent for The words, a bowl Of ramen: a chicken Scented, no harm done, Kind alternative. "He's gone to live On a farm! Happy Ever after. A Few hens to look After, chicks need A father...." It is too quiet In the mornings Now he has gone To live in Sausalito Or where ever The birds go. Did the rooster Really have to go? And what will we Do now the bird's Flown the coop. Is anyone really Free in the city? Does anyone care? It's such a pity That the Rooster Had to go!