By Tony Nesca
On Broadway the lights shine grey
winos beg for jack-shit-nothing
and her and I trip through
the violin sweet water music
crazy bastard asks for change
sure we say right on brother,
in central park downtown Winnipeg trio
of Natives sit on park bench passing the bottle
laughing and happy we share our own cold-gin
comfort under that
relentless
thirsty sun,
underground mall deserted her breasts keep
moaning to the heavy neon power chords
river-walk hot and dizzy we
pause and light up
streetlight urchin ragged
mud-river honey not so sweet
the wink of her eye tells me everything
old guy sits by riverbank smoking a joint
other fellow with beer in hand pauses and thinks
young morning lovers race down the boardwalk,
in the Osborne Village people laugh dark and loud
the Goth-Heads hit that desperate note
mini-skirts short and ragged
thigh-high leather screaming violent love
hard rock misery blaring from dark places
yeah in the Osborne Village the hippies cry deep
into
the morning come-ugly
funky shops grinning late night heartache
gloomy neon kisses you goodbye
and always beside me she sings vodka/orangesunday
fire trucks scream in dark alleys
Irish pub dances lightly and the
sisters of mercy parade down the boulevard -
she takes my hand shows me her tongue
drug-happy we bash teeth in the coming
moonlight…
