Alive
I was born to drink martinis
in the early city mornings
to stumble along
trying to get home
too broke to take a cab
and too impatient for the L
the cold air sobers and pricks
soon I’ll be home
home to vodka
and drunk girls falling out
of their going out dresses
slurred speeches
about the meaning of life
the lead to unforgettable truths
forgotten in the morning mess
dry mouths and headaches
reminding me that I’m alive
