Flyers and magazines feed table-top dreams,
soda-stream queens and kings of obscene.
Dead beat turtle freaks fill the shaded streets,
old men are weaker under the red light’s heat.
Cherry coke curbs, trench-coat words are heard,
hip birds are seen to be dreams within fiends
and hip flasks are masked within a bag of brown paper,
much later he’ll date her, one more for the team.