There's a rag tag bunch
who live on the bus bench
outside of my apartment window
some of them know me by
"Hey you White boy,
lemme get one of those beers"
or,
"Hey you White boy,
lemme get one of those smokes"
a lovely bunch
they drink all day
and all night
and never get on the bus
they talk
and yell
and fight
and speak of women
the beautiful fairer ***
they pass around *** wine
hidden from the cops
in brown paper bags
or black plastic
they know the end of the line approaches
and they don't
particularly care