Another Night Poem by Bill Kamen
Another Night
Drunk again,
lost,
roaming the
streets
at night,
looking for
my room.
It shouldn't
be hard to find,
a big place
with 100
men rammed
together.
A lady wearing
a tight miniskirt
and low-cut blouse
came up to me
and asked.
'Do you want to party? '
'No', I said.
I need
to replenish my naggin-bottle
and find my room.
She said,
'I won't nag you,
and I have a room.'
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