Soupy Sheets & Lake Street Dreams

We were thinking lowkey bar
for fun convo to create 
long lasting inside jokes.

After Sam makes Jell-O shots,
we meet other magicians 
on the border of Willytowne
and G. Point.

"No one calls it that," she says. 
"You are the man of my mother's dreams," she continues.
"As well as the independence needed
to reconquer these streets?" I ask. 

There is a guy at the loud bar
reading a book,
and we all wonder
if he is actually reading
or is he just doing it 
to pick up chicks.

And this becomes our best inside joke,
until we end up back at my rented room,
and spill dumplings on my sheets
that I just got at Target.