in new york i got drunk to tell the truth and almost got locked up
when the beat ran with me and took a leak in a telephone booth

ee cummings on the (purest) paris lawn
presented as mr. americon

at two o'clock he got knocked out
pointing with the girl in the room over him
her boyfriend was still sober

at two PM i saw the blood of a poet
i saw the blood of a poet
run on the sidewalk
oh, the sidewalk-
it is without heart, i thought