here, old friend
5000 miles and more away
you appear still
scotch whiskey
in a glass
ice cubes
bumping shoulders
your deadpan delivery
pinball and burritos at 3am
in bars 3000 miles apart
those Texans you antagonized
mercilessly
tears amid the laughter
the mischief in your eyes
this is what
lingers still
your ghost refusing
to fade into the darkness
one more shot
for to you
to comfort us
both
and to keep the wolves
at bay
while you wait
patiently
for me
to join you
in that honky-tonk bar
in the sky
Oh man, this one really hits home. Thanks.
Thanks, Jim. It just came after I decided to post Wei Ying-wu’s poem. I’m sure you see a connection.
Yes. I actually considered what you just said. 🙂
I was sure you would.