risk another film-noir evening
licking the glorious underbelly
in artland, where everybody
is a nobody who does something.
another manic adventure with
fast women & dangerous men
fuelled by booze and the need for speed
and recreational sedation
hell-bent through another warm winter nite
to the end of the Underworld.
men with headsets and all-business shades
smart in tricky ways, sleight-of-hand kind,
cool as an old-time speakeasy, Joe-sent-me
same thing with different clothes.
Inside-scene type of lifestyle—
watching the sunrise is not a rule, neither an exception,
sleep all day and moan for a couple of hours,
get excited and dressed up and do it all over again.
none of these people have jobs, and it would appear
that they don’t need them.
ten per cent of being cool is knowing when to shut up.
the rest is knowing where to sit.