It’s the
“Homies get in free”
Policy
And breakin’ the ice
By playin’ fuckin’
Rock
Paper
Scissors
With strangers
The photoshoot
On a bench
In a lake
In the woods
“Clubs got couches
Ain’t gonna meet
Your wife
In the club”
Nah
But dive bars
Got benches
And goddamn
Church pews
Post up on a bench
With friends
Burn one
Walk around with
A bag of joints
Passin’ ‘em out
To the Hand
420
And everyone else
Playin’ tonight
Lowkey house show
Pizza rolls
On the stove
The fuckin' sourdough starter
“It wants to live
Just keep
Feedin’ it”
Who else would you wanna
Bake
And break bread with?
Who else is gonna
Sit beside ya
As you cry to the
Eraserhead Baby
On soup Sunday
At Outer?
Who else would ya
Chainsmoke till
6AM with
In the backroom?
Grind down your rotors
Carpoolin’ to Toledo
Leavin’ mixtapes and manuscripts
In the liquor store
News bin
Pour root beer
In the Guinness
Durin’ bingo
Shoot pinball
While they spin
“Kodachrome”
Shut down the bar
Gettin’ free
Ginger ale
Dance to techno till
1AM
Kraftwerk
And your boss are
Even at the afters
Even if there are
Couches in the club
You’re here with
The homies
Besties
True companionship
So when you’re
Sittin’ alone in bed
Re-readin’
The Little Prince
In the voice of
Your friend’s bookmark
Ya hopefully don’t feel
As alone
These days