your hoodlums hooting

at the night under

the cozy bath of

the street lamps call me son.

your vagrants thundering

unto alley claim me,

clap my back

and call me brother

to their jerry-rigged family.

your goons howling

down the street that owns my name,

tearing out of the dawn perched

on the hood of their car

love me, and i call them home.