The second largest the country has to offer,
and the city only blinks once a week.
Thursday night, the streets surge.
Music pulses steadily onto Oliver Plunkett Street
knocking drunks flat onto their backs
as they send colorful curses skyward
each accent associated differently,
D2, Limerick, Killkenny, Cork itself.
Lonely and longing the rest of the week,
the city watches and hopes for another Thursday
as the sole Irishman stumbles blindly,
blindly along the Lee.