This is one of my favourite Bruce Springsteen songs. It reminds me a lot of Underworld, by Don DeLillo. (Here’s a post on that novel from almost eight years ago – Christ, eight years.) Clearly both are different; but for me it’s more a case that they zoom in on little street portraits, and those vignettes create something greater than the sum of the parts.
What I’ve been working on recently completely avoids cities, but songs like this really make me miss writing about them. (Or the made-up people who inhabit them.)