Swinging down the road
guitar, and a 12 of OV
guitar, and a 12 of OV
nodding heads and smiles
in each passing car
they know
digging our style
long hair, plaid
Levis red tab jeans
(or the occasional Wrangler)
boots on feet
big strides moving quick
to the Friday night party
friends packed in type
just room enough to strum n'stomp
heat and cigarette smoke
flow out
curling up and away
intertwined with chords
and laughter
I can see the smiles and nods, feel the small town bonhommie........almost hear the beat! Lovely to read you, Ollie. Question: is the tired monk still tired? Or, like me, MORE tired? LOL.
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