The few feet of sand have been

Whored out

By restaurants, bars and novelty shops.

Its night now

And I can spot a tranny

Walking down the street with her John.

I pass a guy playing guitar

And tell him his tone is too high

He tells me to fuck off

 And I stumble on.

People are laughing,

In a group

Apparently one of them is puking.

I ask if they’re from Canada

“No” they say, “Wisconsin.”

And I stumble on back

To my buddies car

Where we holler at a couple of girls

Holding pizza

I say “You take the fat one,

I’ll take the pizza.”

They were from North Carolina

And had to get back to granny

At the hotel.

“No time for fucking?”

I say.

Their eyes tell me

They wanted to

But they stumble on.

I reach into the car

And grab a marker

So I can draw

A stick figure smoking a giant jay.

Then we go for a ride

I say

“The pointlessness of being

Is shown in every building

In every building that was made

To launder drug money.”

The car sputters

At a red light

Shadows are dancing around street corners

And I

Mumble on.