standing on the sidewalk
bourbon street at 1am
in the doorway
we watch him dance
in tighty-whities
glowing in the black light
his junk bouncing around
in seemingly slow motion
walking back to the hotel
I point out a painting
of Bob Marley for sale
"I don't like what he stood for"
you say
a day out with dad
bourbon street at 1am
in the doorway
we watch him dance
in tighty-whities
glowing in the black light
his junk bouncing around
in seemingly slow motion
walking back to the hotel
I point out a painting
of Bob Marley for sale
"I don't like what he stood for"
you say
a day out with dad
