It's 5-7-5, dammit!

Coffee in drop form,
Orbiting above the earth;
Jones' piece: so strong

 

Sigh, IJAG, so sweet,
Nice girl in a place like this.
Toronto, too? Cool!

 

Oh, and by the way,
Where the fuck is fucking Tron?
I come back, he leaves.

 

Doc, a correction.
Not the act, no, but sometimes,
The recipient.

 

Counting down the days
as Toronto draws nearer,
Can't wait to hang out!

 

East Coast was last year,
supposed plan is to head West
then circle back East.

 

For the West Coast swing,
I hope we meet somewhere cool,
Like sweet Santa Fe.

 

Green chile abounds
Santa Fe is close to all
But still worlds away

 

Feeling whimsical,
But not for Albuquerque.
Rick Maese, excepted.

 

Osmosis, my ass!
I didn't learn a damn thing
While I was sleeping!

 

Thank you to Cadet...
Encouraging words to me,
on not mixing drugs.


I head back to sleep
noticing Horatio
is awfully pissed.


Goodnight everyone...
Please try to run the bases
at former Skydome.

 

Chicago is great
Marshall Field's, Walker Bros, more
But that fucking cold