things are pretty good
I walk through the smoke
and it finally happens
they stop the music
a guy in red pants
rubs himself all over
“go Thundercats” he says
have I arrived or what
it was just a blur
in the cigarette room
he asked me where I was
I said I’m in Illinois
wearing a Fila cap
and a collar
hair mussed a bit
over the bill
I even jive with the arts
but I can’t tell which direction
the refreshment is
and anyway his soft hands
are there you know
so I give him $10
like I’ve never given before
