It's just another day in old Miami
Another day on timeworn Flagler Street
There's yet another hot dog stand awaiting
A hungry worker or a tourist band
There's still another gum-stained pavement
As heat of summer burns quick shuffling feet
It's where another young soul lost direction
Blank eyes now staring at a concrete wall
It's just another day in old Miami
Well-pressed, well-heeled mix well with beggar bags
And form a blend with fleshy floral garments
Adorning buxom folds of limbs and lust
It's just another day in old Miami
Another day on timeworn Flagler Street
There's yet another hot dog stand awaiting
A hungry worker or a tourist band.
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