I'm at the stoplight on Jackson and the 8 freeway.
I'm shitfaced,
he's shitfaced.
Guy in a convertable
"WOO-HOO I"m having a fucking awesome time!!!!!!!!"
"That's great Pal!!! congratu-fucking-lations!!!"
there's a cop on the other side of the stop light.
"LET US FUCKING GO HOME!!" he says
"WOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!!!!" he says
I laugh, pull up my windshield, tune up the classical
and think of the nights sweet victory.
I will wait five days, and I will call her and ask her for a date.
and this asshole will get a DUI and I will go home because for once,
my luck as turned, yes, tonight
I am the luckiest man on fucking broadway.
CONGRATU-FUCKING-LATIONS!!!
Love,
The Jazz Man
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