Wayfarer In Denim Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

He stumbled and fell
right there at the intersection
where Broadway crosses Clark Street
amid the turmoil and tumult that marks
Saturday night in Boys Town

All the transvestites and pederasts
lingered a while to savor the sight
of a straight lying there in distress
Saturday night in Boys Town

His denims were soaked with urine
and the bottle in the bag had broken
like an overloaded bladder that bursts
Saturday night in Boys Town

Let's drink up, lads, and go our way
laughing and chortling at the guy
lying by the curb at the intersection
that last Saturday in Boys Town