
Fresh from the road end of the day
Nickel words were exchanged and had their say
Heard of its myth and aim to destroy
Ginger ale was administered for a chemical joy
Burned the tongue and some memories almost too much
Fires were lit so I sent for a crutch
The mind was flushed and ready for more
New thoughts tumbled forward into the floor
and the oopps…trigger guns fire hard to the gut and the nifty music plays louder until dancing Chinese ladies with their protracted grins and orange pumkins swoop by the leave- stand up! it’s late!
Another round or three and a new bottle is found
Cheers to the flag and those can still hear its sound
and…the sounds of raindrops pouring down in the alley outside and the coming of armed troops carrying swords and singing…
some old song of love