We were hanging round the Haight went to a cafe that blasted Coltrane
my sandwich was soggy didn't care, I was in my fucking element excuse me
and earlier we'd stopped by the Grateful Dead house and all that shite
Emerging it was actually foggy and we giggled about the hidden terrors
a little worse for wear and confused we stumbled under a bridge
and you asked a stranger for directions
something it must be noted I would rather die than do (and I will)
The genial youth who was to my credulous mind
likely an associate of Thee Oh Sees or the Allah-Las, said
we had to head back, go 'kitty-corner to the cafe' and honestly
I lost it at kitty-corner and hoped you remembered the rest
because I'd happily sit down under the bridge and play
finger bells while waiting for the fog to claim me
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