parking garages
bodies in stairwells
squealing echoes
spinning around
driving off roofs
landing in lobbies
of fancy hotels
down in orleans
office closing up
doctor zydeco
blocking an alley
on bourbon street
van waiting
last chance
crowded
music playing
selling souvenirs
they’re not buying
sidewalks like the moon
ankle breakers
cracked and uneven
like people who
walk on them
past the hotel
no extra charge
for mold
in the bathroom
