Market Square

Market Square
by Chuck A. Stetson
same as it ever was
sweet emotion?
are you serious?
hot mama is a real good liar
see her by the police car
shaking her ass
pointing at me
throwing a kiss
after drinking scotch whiskey
all night long
and I’ so tired —
tired of screwing up
tired of this town
tired of market square pigeons
shitting on everything me
no matter what I say
this dark night
coming blue morning
judge won’t see things my way