名人诗歌|Old Coat

Dressed in an old coat I lumber¹

Down a street in the East Village， time itself

Whistling up my ass^{2 and looking to punish me}

For all the undone^{3 business I have walked away from，}

And I think I might have stayed

In that last tower by the ocean，

The one I built with my hands and furnished

Using funds which came to me at nightfall，in a windfall

Just ahead of me， under the telephone wires

On this long lane of troubles， I notice a gathering⁴

Of viciously insane criminals I'll have to pass

Getting to the end of this long block in eternity^5.

There's nothing between us. Good

I look so dangerous in this coat.