some echo 

of a foreign catechism 

slide the glass down the bar 

                            some stupid kid got his head slammed into the jukebox 

         by an old drunk 

                                            who didn't like his wisecracks 

             Peter's notebook was thrown into the dishwater 

             by the cartoonist
who had guns

                              jewish space pirates on speed

the ink was running off the page

  years before he joined the Marines and got sent to N. Carolina

                                when he got there he cried 

 that was 1975 maybe 

                   we'd go to the Church St. Station bar

99 cent well drinks
they gave you a penny

                           I was working nights across the street at the bookstore
he'd call

               "Come take a break"