steamed with
stupidity
 flaked with humidity
   it's raining in San Francisco?
i never should eat
corned beef hash
and drink
before bed
   but thats
  just wrong
 i'm staring out the
no wind
window
  at purple fog?
 or building drifting
tiny lights
    my eyes are
 wandering
 in the window screen
    the giant tower  looms
over
 like Sauron
   on the hill there
  whasssitcalled
  SUTRO
  rich guy tower
  beam its beam into the pockets
 of the poor tv bound
   radio enthusiasts
   waiting for their show to come on