This drunk guy walked up behind me, draped his arm around my shoulder, and started repeating these words:
“Open door, broken window.
Open door, broken window.
Is lady, is lady, is lady.
Is man, is man, is man.
Motherfucker is motherfucker.
Rah puh pum pum”
He would then start laughing, tighten his grip on my shoulder, and begin the poem again. He repeated this process about six times. I was careful to transcribe his words accurately just in case he turned out to be the Shakespeare of wasted, seemingly nonsensical street poets.
rockin’ a northwest airlines jacket as well. represent!