on the 492

on the 492 to piazza cavour

by tom's coke zero cafe

these streets again, oh my

we are acquainted

kid pilot

kid pilot flew

small plane to a field

we ran for the bus

12 dollars a night

at the Belmoral

oh, lady, don't worry

you're on Belize time

no hurry

just watch out for

the fer-de-lance

stick this in your poetry butt

october begins so well, the o  

cirical, i don't have to sell praise about that

and forget looking it up, shakespeare

who's going to invent words if we don't?

then oct is a bit icelandic/germanic don't you know

and iceland is green

and greenland is ice

sell that somewhere else

none of it's jamaica for cryin' out loud

another o is balance, that helps

it needs all it can get

good thing the month ends with a pagan holiday

and don't tell me origins are otherwise

dark, chill, windy, foreboding  skies are for

nonbelievers, non confidants, malcontents

and things that bump in the night

so have a happy holiday

salute yourself

don't stick yourself

though you may, it's a possibility

good thing it ends with ber

cause it's on the way;

and you can go to iceland with the rest of them

good thing no one asked me to name a month

for the result could have been bad for everyone