Listening to a Miles Davis record
and reading Rolling Stone magazine;
I know how to Friday night!

All those "old" people
who used to come in
to Alice's Tea Cup...
I'm their age now.

I found a receipt
from that time,
from the post office
on the Upper East Side.

Scratching my beard,
I craft this poem
in the kitchen,
without a fresh batch
of bullshit to inspire.

Just 3 jobs,
plus literature—
which isn't a job,
but a lifestyle
(or just a life,
but not just)—
and 3 calls,
plus gorgeous.

On the back of the receipt,
there is a note that just says
"The Yankees beat the Mariners,"
a complete unknown.

In the light,
I can see a series
of indentions on the paper,
as if I wrote on another
piece of paper
on top of this one.

This says
"I commute downtown,
juicin' it."

It's been years since
I woke up
and just laid in bed.
Maybe tomorrow I will try this.

It’s the new one
with boygenius on the cover;
I know how to Friday night!