Jellybean Row
There is a place I know
that the locals call jellybean row
the drunk dance in the street
there is no animosity, nobody is a foe
the wind whips and curls around the battery
more complimentary then flattery
people see it as an adventure
rather then inherent danger
the car absent path of intoxication
arms entwined and shameless flirtation
a pint in hand and family on my shoulder
greasy fish, fit for mastication
as I step off the boat in aux basque
I need not wear my mask
for I am on the rock
where love is felt when no one talks
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