Spartan Bar

Wednesday, December 31, 2025

Down by the docks on the blustery bay

Seagulls go squawking, masts creak as they sway

Like sagebrush, crumpled stuff tumbles your way

Bearing names like MacDonalds, Rite-Aid, Shop ‘n’ Save

A tire squeal trebles through trembling hot air

Sun strikes the windows, glass burns, and chrome glares

There on a bench, he most willingly shares

A joint with a friend, just because you’re both there

He’s your Baltimore brother

He’s more than a friend

Sometimes he’s a lover

Sometimes he’s another’s

Your Baltimore brother

Much more than a friend

Down by the graveyard, down by the creek

You’ll listen together to nobody speak

You’ll wind up together, in bed, in his room,

Watching whatever’s on TV, till tomorrow at noon.

The sheets and the walls and the floor of your mind

Are stained now forever with his crazy designs

The patterns you find there, like lines left from lives

Remind you of something you’ll know when you die

And when you feel fever, and when you feel blue

He lights up a joint and comes smokes it with you

Don’t be afraid to hold out your arms

He means you, forever, together, no harm.

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