Hey, hey – Robert – can I get that flat-head screwdriver?
AGAIN?
And what about a Newport?
Yo why you always askin’ me for shit?
An’ why’d I see you in Clayton last week-end dressed like an
angel pimpin’ for Hank and his cheese-cake?
It was Jus(t) for cake.
Jus(t). Jus(t)ice...
Jus(t) tryin’ to fix my lawnmower – an’ sew up this dog-bite – an’ get a fresh line-ing.
Fuck it “B,” let’s walk across to Hardees – I got you,
Frisco* Really*
Traffic hard to dodge on N. Broadway – like Frogger… jus some frogs hope louder than others.
We open up the door – ohhhhhhh, there you go Bug…
Yo, what’s good with you Ton-?
Jus work – saw your door up, when y’all openin’ over there? Got work?
No, jus a studio - but at least now I’ll always know what side of the gun I’m spose’d to buy the farm from.
I’m two farm o’cklock kicks – million on this watch –
See, these crew-s have lost they lunches by the hundreds –
I’ve watched the animals divide – like, lack of a marriage between the classes.
Maybe this cocaine music?
An’ I’ve made plenty of friends on the way to this.
Just made two more on my last day wearing blue as I watched my last three fifty-sniff-hand-over-hands go down on Gimblin Street.
An’ I can stand here and talk about transitions and how holding hands saves lives – cause with so much stacked on the railway switches – I’m glad we steadfast.
All-s fresh air.
& I can’t help but hear the euphony*
