Blew into a bar
2:30 a.m. with the night
tucked into my armpits;
my balls fisted
in two fifties.
Hey Bartender,
give all these suckers a round.
They twinkled, tinkled and slurped
through a yard
of dream juice.
I looked them square
in their eyes and said,
in my best Lone Ranger’s face,
Hey you bums, you love me?
YEAH, OH YEAH, WE LOVE YOU.
You do huh, well
yous can all go fuck yerselves now.
I never returned to that town
either.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 1977
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