Maple at its best

[billy]

very clever, do a no reply poem and they come flocking .

Heavy boots creak weathered wood,
field and porch helpless to heat,
resigned fan slowly shakes its head.
Toiled trousers flop onto faded curtains,
fashioned as a throw on old wicker. i struggle3d with this but worked it out and it's a great line.
The sympathetic chair nods twice,
swollen foot stays its rhythm. very tight 1st stanza. some good alliteration.

Left fingers crook brown bottle neck,
right rub mongrel ear then scruff.
Chilled sips close appreciative eyes
as dust track field breaths insect beat. can't work this line out
Large hand wrap frets on worn maple agree with leanne about wraps
foot chock releases the rockers rhythm rocker's
and the Bluesman takes his cue.
more alliteration.

a strong and very tight poem while i like it, i think that just maybe it's a little bit too tight. some good images in there and in a way the poem generates the noise of what's going on which gives it more depth.
there was one line i couldn't get my head round.

thanks for the read.