05-08-2014, 07:48 AM
Mangled hair, worn leather boots,
ripped denim jeans, with a
red bandanna under a
feathered fedora.
He sips coffee stationed
on a stool, speaking tales
of far away places.
Where dreamers visit.
Intriguing, his stories seem.
Fire flies dancing in the
summer heat, illuminating
a pond filled with cattail.
Walking on gravel roads
in the warm summer sun.
Sweat streams down
dripping off the chin.
Wandering with no aim.
A train with no passengers
purposely patrolling endless
landscapes.
Overhearing the youth
from the table behind.
Resides the antithesis
of the story teller.
Black suit strapped to
a pale chest, glasses,
polished dress shoes,
a matching laptop.
He stares upon his screen,
stocks tell him of a
growing number.
His life's work.
Breathing deep the
suit strapped soul
sighs silently.
Those two lines fall out of place the quickest.
Otherwise, you're on your way.
ripped denim jeans, with a
red bandanna under a
feathered fedora.
He sips coffee stationed
on a stool, speaking tales
of far away places.
Where dreamers visit.
Intriguing, his stories seem.
Fire flies dancing in the
summer heat, illuminating
a pond filled with cattail.
Walking on gravel roads
in the warm summer sun.
Sweat streams down
dripping off the chin.
Wandering with no aim.
A train with no passengers
purposely patrolling endless
landscapes.
Overhearing the youth
from the table behind.
Resides the antithesis
of the story teller.
Black suit strapped to
a pale chest, glasses,
polished dress shoes,
a matching laptop.
He stares upon his screen,
stocks tell him of a
growing number.
His life's work.
Breathing deep the
suit strapped soul
sighs silently.
Those two lines fall out of place the quickest.
Otherwise, you're on your way.