In the movie theater, morning show
floor still sticky with residue of last nights soda pop
two girls sneak in talking on cell phones
take seats in the row ahead, not watching
while the middle aged couple next to us
complain loudly and walk out in a huff
fifteen minutes to go, Oceans 12 did suck
but what do you expect for $6 exactly
Pushing the doors of the cinema onto the street
a man strides confidently towards and past us
catching the door before it closes, home free
everyone in this town has an angle
Thank you Jack for setting it all down like a bible of
west coast hospitality for bums, and to the Dead
for sanctifying it and making it close to religion
oh I have seen your shambolic chain bookstores
Santa Cruz on a rainy day, frequented by bums
talking good cosmic Santa Cruz talk
for defensive purposes, hoping not to get booted
