Early Bird

March 15, 2009, 9.45pm.

A flap of brand new ivory fingers across an aging keyboard
keeping time with her eyes as curious as a born new yorker’s
5 pints of Guinness down 5th avenue and 5 for Saint Pat and two up to her puffed cheeks
here’s to stubbornly holding your breath for 34 weeks

Drinking in sunday night as the weekend is almost done
it’s footbee across central park
somebody won 

and why is the lady counting in Russian?
maybe it’s time the world began.

So what’s the word, early bird?

Chirp.

Ok, have it your way. Anyone can see little sparrow wasn’t born yesterday.