Brawlers

I'm looking for Brawlers
she said,
referring to Waits album.
You wanna brawl
he said,
it comes in a small silver flask,
I'll give you brawlers,
as he stumbles into
the door jam
bruising his cheekbone.
Fuck off
she says,
you're drunk on that strong wine shit again
and you smell like ass.
Ask me no questions
I tell you no lies
he replies,
taking a hit from the flask.
Kerouac says or should I say
Dean Moriarty says,
we are all walking around with dirty azzes
so that's why I smell like azz
Come back and love me, dirty azz me,
oh I bet you have a dirty azz too,
and you wont even share it.
Well you know there is more of the same
dirty azz
across the tracks.
I'll probably fall down
and freeze to death out there
looking for it,
but will you care?
Will you give me some
dirty azz?
No I'm looking for "Brawlers"
she replies,
slamming shut the studio door behind her