let me tell you honeys
there is nothing like eating meatballs at an outdoor table
in little italy
in november
just fabulous
and yes it was cold and windy
and yes a homeless drunk leaned on our table and harassed us
until we had to give him the evil eye-ball
and yes
the waiter was something far past brain dead
and yes
the wine tasted like wine flavored piss
not that ive tasted wine flavored piss of course
but still
all in all
sitting outside
on a not-so-cold autumn night
in the heart of little italy
on mulberry street
with a very nice lady
and some decent meatballs
covered in tomato sauce
just made me feel
like all in all
i really do have a whole lot to be thankful for
first off
im not that homeless person who trotted off down the street without my money
and secondly
i can afford to sit in outdoor cafes and drink lousy wine all night
the company was great
and well
i guess i came home feeling
kinda loved
and kinda lucky
s'all i got to say
life is a constant exploration
every day
an adventure
even piss wine and meatballs
