You think you know where you’re going
But some agent of Libitina comes and you find
You’ve turned a corner and are going
Somewhere else entirely. There are three men
In a bar on Third Avenue who this morning
Set out for Muncie to be judges
At a pumpkin fest. (The pumpkins of Muncie
Are relieved they’ll not be judged this year).
Some time around twilight one of them
Will suggest going home. We intend
For him to take the long way round
And visit Hy Brasil along the way.