Stormcloud Writer
I like to write in the whirlwind
of booze, but I'm sober now,
I like to write in the raindrops
but the ink spills and runs
onto the sand
I like to write in a fury
but sometimes I have to slow
down and check my meaning.
Old Codger Man
the snot-nosed kids call me
old codger man because they
don't know where I've been,
they don't know what I hold
inside
don't know about my wife
who passed
and the three dogs I love
and the house I have that
looks at the water
Sail Boats
the man who pulled a gun
on me for dating his daughter
wore a shirt made of sailboats
and bounced as he came
after me like a summer breeze
but I did not run
because I had seen barrels
before without the sea
A Real Irish Whiskey
the company I keep
is full of itself
and asks for a real Irish
whiskey, so I decide
I would rather travel with
another herd, one that
knows not to insult
the bar tenders
