I Know how to Friday Night!
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!