The Raving, verse 13

My guessing gave me pause, but not a word came through my jaws
To the dude who kept his piece in the bag from the bodega store;
This and more was my quest, as I gave my head a rest
On the bean bag’s vinyl cover that the hall light flowed o’er,
But whose faded black vinyl cover with the hall light flowing o’er,
Will he leave? Ah, nevermore!