Saturday evening cat
slouches down the burning concrete
in the park where the horns blare
and beat.
The dancers crawl and grind on the street
careening necks like cobras in Arizona scorch.
My Monday song, Saturday evening
you snowy drip.
My Monday song, Saturday night
you strangled city wave.
And the dopers and drunks and yuppies and artists
In a vat of neon green
like some boiling antidote disguised as the Poison.
You crowd left fucking in the open taxi-tire-screeching
night.
Mixing bowl, Saturday night
hearing jazz drag the symbols.
Clubs skitter ant bodies to the bars and whiskey sours
churn
the spirit. Alive and burning
Saturday night.
Never end, never end, never end.
Evening cat night black crawls the counter wet soaked in
martinis. The tender strokes while she serves the button-
down plaid and pencil skirt blonde.
Jitter tap
the
cra ack ack ing
wooden floor
Beaming sure
Doing whatever you want.
And tender flirts a tip and blonde pouts and kicks and
grips
the plaid sleeve and pulls away into the steaming night.