Santa Cruz Nights Poem by Matt Willette

Buy a bottle and bike downtown.

Stop by...

Burn in the can with an old queen,
who drinks your whiskey,
you smoke her green.

We laugh at our own jokes, and spit when we talk

Coast the mall
buy a book.

Crawl the beach flats and the hot streets.
don't be seen..

Speed the levy, a shadow of the law.
Carouse the alleyways.

avoid the blues man...

Find someone to fill your spoon, then
cruise awhile
the young guys.