On the streets of Kansas City, where hidden passions sway,
Young John Johnson resides, amidst the fold.
Beside him, a neighbor’s gaze holds sway.
Now ‘neath the moon’s embrace, our tale unfolds,
For Julie, Albert’s wife, her heart’s affray,
In secret fervor, her soft desires untold,
And love’s clandestine flames doth soon ignite,
As John and Julie’s worlds begin to unite.

Amidst the shadows, love’s sweet whispers fly,
As hearts entwine in passion’s sweet embrace,
Though virtue’s chains they struggle to defy,
Their souls succumb to love’s enchanting grace.
Soon husband Albert, shamed, doth catch wind of sly,
This grand betrayal in his castled, sacred space.
In fury’s grip, he bursts into their room,
To find no trace of love, but only gloom.

No signs of passion in the room’s confines,
No scent of Axe lingering mid-air,
No evidence to prove his doubting mind,
Yet Albert senses treachery’s affair.
With furrowed brow and eyes that fiercely shine,
He searches every corner, everywhere,
Yet finds naught but the silence of the night,
And wonders if he’s lost his mind’s clear sight.

But lo! What’s this? A clue to love’s deceit,
A pair of Nikes o’erhanging canopy high,
John’s telltale sign, mistake so indiscreet,
Adulterous presence felt, mostly hidden from the eye.
In rage and disbelief, the pair’s fates now meet,
Albert’s wrath, a tempest in the sky,
As passions clash in tumultuous fight,
And love’s bright flame dims, leaving only dark of night.

With heavy heart and weary soul, John flees,
Escaping through the window, into night’s embrace,
Behind him chaos and frail pleas,
As he seeks solace in a safetr place.
Edie, John’s mother, in hopes a journey frees
Son’s soul from sin and lust’s entangled lace,
Sends him forth, across America to roam,
In search of virtue, far away from home.

Meanwhile, at the neighbors’, carries on salacious strife,
Albert, red-faced, seeks reprise,
His heart embittered by his bored, wandering wife.
He threatens retribution while Julie merely sighs.
For love at odds cuts stranger than a knife,
And fidelity untended, must surely wilt and die.
Thus ends (and begins) this tale of love’s cruel sting,
From the streets of Kansas City, where secrets take all to wing.