SUNDAY PROMENADE


it's that song again
about tattoos and drinking
on the roof
you don't even shop
at duane reade

you step back into myrtle
where the empanada ladies
sell cold orange soda
and the dogs all get
vaccines for free

the slices at san remo are
beginning to congeal
you step into myrtle knowing
the first three counting
crows albums are important
and the sidewalk
is like a jasper johns
and you treat it like sweatpants
and leather jackets
which hold hands and playfully
tell each other to shut
the fuck up