The Fray

bottom of the ninth inning

at which I stray through the crowd

first it was what I call quiet

then it was biblically loud

you should have seen how they tumbled

you should have seen how they danced

you should have seen them all luscious and lean

as they flew by the seat of their pants

it was not the boilin' frustration

it was not "they cannot care less"

it was not the face of that reverent place

In the horrible state of undress

I moved in a way I call mindless

I flatter myself a move true

I carved out a "J" in the spectators' fray

because that's just the thing that we do

yes, I carved out my name in the ninth of the game

because that's just a thing that we do