Looking For Trouble

Like Lorca's, my friends looked for me

in bars, brothels and bridewells.

They found me though, from time to time.

But often I'd be full-crocked

in Joe's, Joey's and Joseph's

in conversation man-to-man

like bosom barflies singing drunk

with Fritz, Franco or Fintan

in lifeboats sailing from bar-to-bar.

Like Judas I would tell my friends

to vroom, vavoom or vanish

in taxis back to real-to-real life,

But truly, I loved the fact they came

to joints, jukes and jails

and found me in my home from home.