atlanta, 20hr layover

take me back to the churchill grounds.
the dizzy walks and murderous talks
from desperate men with needs to feed.
pull me from the coke factory.
take my picture.
take me the long way to the 2am cafe
but first stray through the parks.
take two bucks and thanks.
raise fists.
just don't show me whats in that heavy sweatshirt pocket,
my man.
but the grounds,
they struck a tone.
chaotic conversation from trumpet to saxaphone.
saw what we want now finish the gin.
no, lets follow this through.
get drunk, give a fuck,
what else are we here to do?