Like a refugee from Ulysses

I'm walking down the street again to find refuge from the rain

From pub to pub through to morning I will walk until I hear that song again.

And I know it's San Diego, and I know were near 100 years on.

But you can follow the same path in any city it does not need to be Dublin towne.

The writers are full adrift here, in a warm August about to burst at the seams.

The pitching and bending to whispered critiques will follow them to their dreams.

Then copious applications of the alcohols

The head

The heart

and the weed

Ponderous souls overflowing, in forthright transit.

will cater to every imaginations need.