beau sturm

ace of spades

moon dog was
his fame.
yellow and orange
flags
waving down
4th and main.
ace of spades
in his spokes
turnin' the heads
of most folks.

hard hat,
soft smile.
always a story about
his last mile.
proud eyes
hide his need.
two wheels and
one mouth to feed.

goddamn ol' man,
please…
you're as free as a summer
breeze
why do I still
think of you,
the amazing mr. butch, and charlie
too?

you should be
helping me.
show me how
to really be.
give me a dollar
or a drink.
i'll be all right;
don't you think?

you
survive on nothing.
that
makes you truly free.
let that
rusty bike sing.
and may the
world let you be.

men drive
Cadillac cars
and sing
the blues.
while you wear
real scars…
drink a few
if you choose.