Kate takes me up to the roof
"You can see 12 American flags from up here"
Some people are sleeping huddled against
the chipped asphalt
In the day they drink beer
and topple water melons off the ledge
exploding on the sidewalk or the hoods of rich cars
One day the landlord barges his way in
not before 7 or so people have gone running up the stairs
He sticks his neck into the room, looks around stiffly
We don't take our eyes from the screen
"You lot live here?"
"Oakland, Clarke St. off Telegraph" Carlos assures him
The slum lord nods his head in disbelief
tries the door to the stairs
"Whys this locked" he wants to know narrowing his eyes
Carlos drops buttering him up
tells him to "get the fuck out
and while you're at it you can fix the toilet
that you promised to do a month ago"
We stand and smoke Drum looking out over the city
Kate is getting together a benefit show
so a woman in Philadelphia, who was date raped
by her Professor, can pay the court fees
One of the bands can't play
"The drummers quit, it's always the fucking drummers"
and her face sharpens as she blows out the smoke
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