the lake, in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses' gaunt
waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially
secret gas-station dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and over with
heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to
unemployment offices, the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the evenings
in rose whomever come who may, who hiccuped endlessly trying to
giggle but wound up when