Social club.

In the social club
we careened like moron moons
turning Japanese for ten green Berkeley
so minty fresh with aniseed teeth
so all the better to
so 634-5789
so can I, will you, did they.

And do you remember how he would
pushandpushandpush
coughing up squares and epigrams?
Well -
There are limited stops here
and green lights say, oh non.
You didn’t.