flat foot jaunt walk brisk in
trying to side-step social
ignore antsy flutter of us
sideway glancing at
them in the back, black.
look! there's katie's pub
and cover-band and irish
ales and politics and if I
birth a babe in france, can
I live in france easy - and
do you want to live in france?
no - and a smirk of non-chalant
chances are we won't. ridin'
the free bus through 16th
street mall and crawl through
blocks to get to bro&heavy dunce-
up sis bar where high five, I
beat you in the Pabst test.
to karaoke where everyone
surprises me with sound - honey
we're not at the cabin tavern no
more.
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