i carry the drunken boy
north on nostrand
the night is like a dog's tongue
a cloud of chinese food
splits for us
and the constant refrain
what about the vibes?
the vibes are ok i say
pointing to a shadowed church
the vibes over there i don't know
yeah man turn up your vibes
we roll up the pavement a rat king
of arms ready to fight
sink into plastic seats
designed for backs but not ours
coast east then north again
yell thanks exiting onto
real hard ground
are propelled into a deli
for ham and swiss
heroes and arizona iced tea
the only ethical drink is a dollar
these vibes are like
he says a journey
to the end of the night
in the street again
i promise to fight the first
mother fucker rooting for red sox
fuck boston man
the night turns to frogs
and i am alone