amist an interminable boredom...
Here I lie feeding on Kerouac,
Every so often when I read about drink,
I take a sip of my own concoction in the Gatorade bottle,
Riding fast with the boys in frisco
Tony’s singing in the background,
Clayton swooshing the metal brushes,
Ralph merrily typing away at the Steinway
And what’s his name pullin ever so expertly on the bass’s strings.
His trio, sinks me deeper into bed, like some good valium
I like it here.
I like it like this.
Just a book, Tony, some filthy barracks tap water, my eyes,
And somewhat of a brain to comprehend symbols on rotting parchment.