Becky’s Uncle’s Camel Ate All Her Shit

Five days in New York City:
Jazz in the basement, like it should be
(This song’s called, like, A.B. The Fishman)
A three-story house onstage on Broadway
and three toothless black men singing do-wop on the six train.
Ladies and Gentlemen:

Nothing beats four friends, four pitchers
the Viking in Ballard
and midnight burgers at Dick’s.