red tabs, chucks and a tight white tee

she left

Spot died

the bank called

I cried

whiskey shots

mind’s fried

then, I said

“fuck it”

I’m gonna

pick up my best

friends

and walk it off

 

red tabs, chucks and

a tight white tee

are the flavor

of favor for

the blues in me

red tabs, chucks and

a tight white tee

selvedge, rubber

with canvas upper

is simply blue simplicity

and the tight Hanes mate

is a clean white slate

 

my favorite gear

is Dr. Feelgood

denim, sneakers

and t-shirts

make the misery

stop for awhile

and I smile

’cause that

country song had

done me wrong

but you can’t

just lay around

in your underwear

 

red tabs, chucks and

a tight white tee

get me thinkin’

it’s not just me

there are other women

plenty of strays

the money’s gone

but there’ll be

better days

’cause I got my

red tabs, chucks and

a tight white tee

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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