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August 07, 2005
Stumblin' Strut
in the New Orleans
draining the tail off a Miller
raindrops speckle the asphalt
as overhead patios of silent shops
protect me from the wet
I open the door
to the burrito bin
and dodge my way to the counter
its busy on this Saturday of nights
and I've placed one to go I tell the nurse
just toss me a Pabst while your
leaning
over there on the edge;
margaritas and silver agave caps
we exchange paper for flesh
and back into the rain I strut
I hear the burrito whispering to me
over the stereo surround
of slashing radials
on this one way
dead end street
I find a doorway to kneel within
rip away the foil and sink my
canines
into the pure joy of the flying burrito
I take drags from the beer
in between demolitions
and realize
this life on the skids
ain't so shabby
as long as you got
a few bucks
for the
essentials
Posted by Drexler at August 7, 2005 02:12 PM