Floozie

Floozie...
Stuck to a barstool ~
Like glue.

Lifting Some Boots

Lifting some boots,
cuz I ain't buying
no thrift-store crap.

A Light Mist

A light mist
curls over amber glass.
Cold beer.

I Been in Jail.

I been in jail.
Two long years, not one poem.
Now this.