for believers, doubters and hopeful pouters, rockers, ravers, lovers and sinners, poets, fighters and smokers everywhere fighting with their lighters.
Monday, December 19, 2011
black leather gloves
thick and tight, tense and tough, jeans over work boots, any night is enough, dim bulbs in rusty sockets, black leather gloves in back pockets, beers go down, hockey on the screen, it gets rough, then it gets mean, spinning minds and cold stares, girlfriends start to fuss and pout, takes only a second to get the gloves out, nowhere to go, amidst the trucks and cars, red blood on white snow, under a black sky and white stars.
(the tip of my hat to my buddies from small towns)