All Dogs Go to Heaven

Jesus Montero breathed out loudly and smoking watched an audi through fire
escape
it was lightly raining all the trains shuttled out Concourse all the dogs
seemed to call her name
if all dogs go to heaven
and all dames ache for Daniel Day
fuck me darlin' and I’ll make you pay
The city is a womab of brown brick beds of clay
outside of the bars the lakers are on in the alleyway
but it shines from a time when the waitresses were fine and their great big
bosoms bulged through their «Hi, I’m Jaimie"signs and Jesus’s eyes glides
across the storefronts as he longs for a city’s past that drips into the
present like honey froma heated glass and
all dogs go to heaven
all songs end in quiet refrains
smart moms buy generic say it tastes the same
Train is coming train is chugging, Jesus running Jesus coming, metrocard
expired don’t care, through the turnstiles up the stairs, see the train lights
in slow motion creamy white as if a lotion dripped upon the body lying on the
rails, Jesus he pails
all dogs go to heaven, amps up 11, all cabs go to Bedford and N 11
all dogs to heaven, grandmas go to reverends, all punks hang outside of 7−11