New York City jail
She feels sick
He looks sick in orange
The latest in a series of encounters
With the drink dependents
Which side of the highway
Takes me into downtown?
Guides me through the hours when i'm forlorn?
The down-and-outs are now
The up-and-ins
They miss not an opportunity
To lubricate vocal chords
To introduce themselves
I pray for trismus
And tetanus
An admission of abstinence
And periods of...
The last official day and
The certificate of completion
Now all we need is a mantlepiece