Cocoon man 

Is waiting

For after scrawling around 

He'll find his car keys

And the spring air will refresh his eyes

And his stomach

 will be free of Fireball whiskey

On he will soar

To Fulton Street

And then to Arguello 

And then up to the Presidio

Through the empty road

Surrounded by giant Eucalyptus grove

And a stupid bicyclist wearing spandex 

And drinking from a neoprene water bottle