New York Night

The scene was night, and the boy unstable,
For sweet spirits he drank, all he was able.
And the boy left alone, being his company not desired,
Found himself lost, he not where required.

So underground he went, or shall I say stumbled,
To the subway stop, where there he then bumbled.
And he made his way on to the first car he could see,
Then sat and relieved himself, and by that I mean pee.

Around were New Yorkers, though veterans they were,
They wanted nothing to do with this kid who sees blur.
So they told him to move near the bum by the door,
And cautioned him not to slip on his mess on the floor.

All the while the number two train did drive,
Until it reached the end of the line at a quarter of five.
And this unstable poor boy, he did not arise,
He even stayed asleep when sun poured on his eyes.

But there were those who arose, and saw him asleep,
And reached into his pockets and left without a peep.
Then the boy finally woke up, with nothing left of his own,
He woke up on 242nd Street, over 100 blocks from his home.

As he trudged through the streets, during a cool rain shower,
He stopped to throw up on a woman tending her flowers.
An accident this was!  He tried to tell her,
As she ran to tell the police of the crime that just fell her.

And away he ran, as he knew he must do,
For he had three warrants for his arrest (felonies the latter two).
And he weaved through the city, as he had done never before,
To arrive at his doorstep at half past four.

He reached to his pocket to pull out the key,
And dreamt of racing upstairs and letting this day be.
But nothing he found, no matter how hard he tried,
He had lost his key, he realized, and slumped down and cried.

His night became a lesson, which from much could be learned,
Do not imbibe too much, or you might get burned.
But this being New York, a city so fine,
Don’t let one bad night ruin future good times.