Like a Bat Out of Friday
Tonight:
Porch. My Bubba. A couple of friends. Seventy degree weather. Twilight. Jack and coke. Conversation. Music from just through the doors. No shoes. Deep breaths. Ideas. Falling lids. Maybe a wind-down movie after everyone's gone. Dreaming with no alarm.
Six o'clock: Hurry on up; I am ready to git.
Porch. My Bubba. A couple of friends. Seventy degree weather. Twilight. Jack and coke. Conversation. Music from just through the doors. No shoes. Deep breaths. Ideas. Falling lids. Maybe a wind-down movie after everyone's gone. Dreaming with no alarm.
Six o'clock: Hurry on up; I am ready to git.