think I'll head to the biker bar tonight
all chain drive and black leathered
meet up with Johnny and Jack
shoot some pool, knock some heads
lose a tooth or two
over some hard ridin mama
in torn jeans and greasy bandana
I'll close my eyes, loll my head,
sway drunkenly to the Allmans
then spit in a shout out
"Hey! Somebody play some fuckin Thorogood!"
then, just before I'm half-patched in
I'll punch in an entire album
of Sarah McLachlan and walk out
I'll stagger to that blues bar
Second and Broadway
black shades and hoodie
a fat ruby in my ear
my head will nod smile-less
to Muddy Waters
while I find my rhythm
and ebony Goddess
but just before I master
the fifteen-step handshake
I'll punch in Barry Manilow's
greatest hits
before walking out
tomorrow, I'll go to church
front pew and Christmas aftershave
belting out Amazing Grace
while fixing a little boy's collar
I'll eat their bread
cry tears of confession
shout out for salvation
but then
just before learning tongues, instead of
drinking their kool-aid,
I'll pull out the flask
light up a joint
and head for the door
singing, I drink alone,
all by myself
what can I say?
I just love to fuck up
a good party
