View from Doorman’s window, Montevideo.
Drums of Summer
I’ve showered and shaved and brushed my teeth
Slipped my hips through a pair of loose jeans
So many things I could do tonight
The drums of summer rumble by nine
Left on Mission to the Tip-Tap Club
Sweaty old hispanos drinking rum
Right on Mission to St Pats Saloon
Bearded burners done dropped outta school
There’s the Castro, lotsa bars for guys
Bears and buffs and twinks, a trap surprise
How about a hotel bar? The Rex?
Someone’s always lonely in her bed
I could go out — I could — and I still might
But I prefer to drum right here, to write