Jellybean Row

There is a place I know that the locals call jellybean row the drunk dance in the street there is no animosity, nobody is a foe the wind whips and curls around the battery more complimentary then flattery people see it as an adventure rather then inherent danger the car absent path of intoxication arms entwined and shameless flirtation a pint in hand and family on my shoulder greasy fish, fit for mastication as I step off the boat in aux basque I need not wear my mask for I am on the rock where love is felt when no one talks