Some Things I Know after Villon I know the corners where good times are found I know how to pull a hustle with a dancer’s grace I know how to lie when I grin I know how sunglasses hide the inward gaze I know to say please if a collar is on I know how to hold a rosary, say Latin prayers I know how to argue with the priest about sin I know everything, but myself I know to walk straight with cops around I know restaurant dumpsters, when they serve I know thank you can be a way in I know how to make a friend for all he’s worth I know which body parts to cover with cream I know the sunrise by calendar I know how falling in a nightmare ends I know everything, but myself I know exits in all the places I’ve been I know the romance stories strangers share I know suits by the cut, can guess wearer’s age by tie I know every bench in the park and the trees nearby I know charm is not an always luxur...
Like the title says.