One night in Bombay, India
I walked into a bar, 20 drinks too sober
On the wrong end of a Friday night booze run
On the bad side of the Moon
Over by where the Martians sat drinking their Martian whisky
Ogling the maidens from Venus
Leering at the lustful earth women
Who were walking by wearing skin tight pants
Made their eyeballs hurt
I gave into the spirit and went to the Martian dudes
And got drunk on the Martian madness
Smoking some good old Mars dust
And flew off to Jupiter
Just to have me some fun with a naked lady
Said she was from Saturn
I did not know, she was from Pluto
Until I woke up, the next day, naked, under the alien Sun,
In a wicked, depraved evil jail on the planet Alpa Centura
Light years from home, a million miles away,
A thousand years in the future
And I had no money, no honey, and no way home
Still 20 drinks too sober, I sat down in that alien jail
And drank away my time
And so one day I woke up
And found myself back in that evil bar
Back in Bombay over by the Martian whorehouse
Down by the Gate of India
And I walked up to the Venus babe
And said, man that was some bad shit
Let's do it again some day
Just another night of wicked fun
On the wrong side of the Moon
On the right night in the mean streets of Bombay
Jack Cosmos has worked all over the world for the US government. He is currently working in DC and waiting for another overseas assingment. He was born under the sun sign of Scopio, grew up in the SF Bay Area to which he returns yearly to refresh his spirit and is where hopes to retire someday. He is currently working on an SF novel, and editing several volumes of neo-beatnit poetry. He is married with no children.
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