The lights of Jasper Avenue
attacked me
when I stepped outside
The night was cold
as I walked
dreamlike
among neon signs
people everywhere
strange people
Policemen
staring at me
in horror
Hookers
baring flesh
at my nostrils
Drunks
stumbling
over my very being
Canadians
ye fuckin Canadians
don't ye know a good beer
when ye taste it
I walked quickly
I did not speak
my fingers were frozen
I was insane
Then
beer in hand
thoughts in order
I was home.
(Mike O'Brien)