Brew City Moonlight

we like to
cruise through
drive through
roll through the
silent, shut down
sound asleep city
windows down
cigarettes alight
beats and screams
vibrating through the seats.

waiting for
four a.m.
there's plenty to
talk about
when you've had
too much to
drink
or
too much
fresh almost-spring
air filling your lungs
absorbing right next
to the constant stream
of nicotine
past your lips
through your mouth
down your lungs
exhale out

milwaukee's rarely
beautiful
if ever
we're not the
classiest of cities
but the
green-signed streets
and broken homes
over grown and
some kept lawns
corner dice games
drug exchange handshakes
brown bag liquor
and city buses
they run in my veins

and at night
milwaukee, she shines
in the haze of
orange and yellow
street lamps
corner store signs and
the flicker of
late night tv through
curtains or old bed sheets

we visit
super video
two
it's the only one
open this late, see
we'll wander the aisles
and wish we had money
we'll move along
to a diner on kk
a mountain of french fries
slightly more than a buck fifty.

and now it's time
and we retrieve
what we've all been waiting for
and now we've got her
full with smiles, hugs,
cloves, shoes and stories

and still we
just can't sleep.