Catch a buzz with your cottonmouth eyes, hear the seabirds shout for quarters,
as the slate of last night’s inebriated tour is wiped clean like a kid after cake.
See the pinball lights on the eastern shore as you crack a penny arcade smile,
and cut through the scuzz of this awkward blind date with “come over to my place awhile”.
It’s a honky-tonk plastic one night stand, double nickels ‘til your dough rises.
Convenience-store slop, jelly-roll time. You steppin’ out for a smoke? Hey, it’s your dime.