In these suddenly incredible modern times
The young man tells the girl’s father who
Shirtless, shorts and boots majestically adding vigor
To the type  
Brought on not by last night’s excellent music nor
The overly inquisitive passerby who
Stupidly stopping is arrested on a warrant out of Ohio  
Nor by the six foot flaming barbeque tickling the eaves
and the following conversation
I’m going to the store – you need a beer, bro?
C’mon then woman, get my brother a beer for the road  
But by her shout
My eyes are black, my lip’s busted    
That he didn’t hit her and
I think I remember somebody hitting me