Answer:
I run around the city but I never move.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
I cover what's real; hide what is true, but sometimes bring out the courage in you. What am I?
I can sizzle like bacon. I am made from an egg. I have plenty of backbone but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions but still remain whole. I can be long like a flagpole yet fit in a hole.
What always goes to bed with its shoes on?
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton