Rusted and ropy
Dog-eared old copy
Vintage and classic,
Or just plain jurassic:
All words to describe me
Relaxed in the knowledge
That happily present
Are all things to sustain me,
Nurture and claim me:
Roll back the mileage
You have settled beside me
To the far and the wide of me
A matter of choosing,
Of finding and losing
On the rough ride with me
Take whisky with water,
Kick stones down the gutter
Think back to long days with
Stale breath recycled in my face
Rattling through airways -
Plastic on cold trays
Watching through windows,
Deep landscapes below
Await another time and space
There must come some time
To walk through the night line
Hands tight: heads high
These are the dog-ear years
Don?t turn back don?t linger
For god?s sake keep moving
Primitive shadows sidle beside