I Know a Guy

I know a guy who'll fix your car
find you a good deal on a guitar
I know a guy who'll knock out a wall
pick you up quick if you fall
I know a guy can't sleep at night
knock you out with his right
I know a guy who writes poetry
can hook you up for a fee
I know a guy still skateboards at 42
during the day wears dress shoes
I know a guy who likes tape hiss
he's a sure shot he'll never miss
I know a guy plays sweet drums
sits on his porch drinking rum
yeah, I know a guy.

3:47

3:47 city

late n' lonely
looking out over the highway
curves, n'cloverleafs
trucks cruise at 110
blowing through town
past the city and done


3:47 country

porch lights are off
quiet so quiet
then a rustle down in the ditch
raccoon shuffles
rooting up worms
scuffles under the shed

Country Home

up here the roads
are gravel
ditches deep

cars whip n'fishtale
around the curves
fire n'up mighty dust clouds

teenage boys
smash mailboxes
with teetering mighty swing
bat smashing

when you drive by
neighbours lift their eyes, wave
they know you
and your family secrets too

abandoned shacks
linger in the forest
great place to sneak smokes

kids ride their bikes
on ancient cow paths
with hockey card spokes

this is home

Monks, Truckers and Dealers

Gary once wrote about
zen monks and truck drivers
they are the same
up early
seize the day
on the road
sweeping brooms
as the sun rises

here the monks and truckers
could be met
by the drug dealers
they are never late
for school

Ditch Box

on a country curve
sniffed by my dog
in the ditch
snow slips down the edges
reveals
a box
stained and beaten

lid rises
sides fall apart
broken and soaked
inside...comics
wrapped tight n'taped
in plastic
safe from the damp

Spring

puck sinks slow and steady

smoothly down through the ice

in a circle of black heat

Under My Gloves

lights dim
zamboni doors shut
scoreboard reset
dressing room silence
heads bowed
salt sweat drips
stings
under my gloves