NaPoWriMo Day 6 The Drunk Rails

This seems like it could be expanded, especially if I get a copy of Eduardo Corral's poetry collection.

The drunken tirades

on the porch of Starbucks
turn our heads

he rails through

the poetry reading 

over to the west

just round the corner

we turn our heads away

from the feature

to make out the words

of the freakshow

a chorus to the culture on stage

reminding us

to contribute to the cause

and save what we can.

P.S. Is tirade a verb?  I need to look that up. 
P.P.S.  Okay, I looked it up.  Not a verb.  Revisions made.