San Francisco Blues

At 3rd & Townsend

The red brick drinker

    Talks about negroes

  In overalls

   Like an old stool

   Paint chips

       And fluoride 

   Brain scans

   Moving the teeth in

A sofa-like conversation 

   Around the liquor store

 "Bobs in jail 

   For punching that stop sign

A hundred times!"

   The bus is 9x

To San Bruno

We da pimple

   Fugettin me naught

 Say the story

   Are you?