Close the Fucking Door

path is beaten
icy, to the shed
open the door
hit by a wave of heat
"close the fucking door"
is my greeting
guitars ring
fists bang
beat on the flat top
Pat is drumming hard
snare snapping
high hat crashes
to the floor
howl laughing
sweat flies
beers spills
smoke flows out
the cracks
heat pumps, logs
added to the stove
five voices sing
a massed chorus of
"Fifty Mission Cap"
"close the fucking door"
is yelled again
as I snag the coldest beer
on the planet
from the snow