It’s “late night”
-after hours- 

The early a.m.
is a phantastic
blur. 

Below a hotel
window, people
parade  

Sidewalks crawl
like gentle
reptiles 

Dogs aren’t barking
they are laughing
colors of turquoise
- sea green & clear
liquor 

What do you look for
in a college town? 

The apple of knowledge
hangs ripe & low
off these trees here 

What you need
We got 

Roaming souls
unleashed & in tune
when we open up
this piano
And just play
-some music-
Some music
that’s real  

Real
like a piano tuner
in a college
town
w/ old
taverns &
pubs 

Life sings
terrible songs 

-terribly beautiful-
& inspiring
numbers that
were worked
on in desolate
basements
& in solitude. 

Some in vain.
Some born
to endless
night - some
to daybreaking
hangovers
& headache
in full light 

-And
I’ve been
puking
off the back
porch again
into the
flowers