Shucked

Found out what boots are for
The afternoon
I tore up my truck.
It smoked like a Lakota Sun Dance
Against a blue May sky.

Funny how getting shucked
Like corn
And spit out on the asphalt
Will make a man
Assess his life differently.

It's a damned good thing I can't
See my back
Else I'd grow too fond
Of my vulnerability
And chase my tail like a dog.

They'll soon fix my rig
And this strangeness
Will also repair.
I'll get that clutch back
And show you how fast 'gone' is.

You There 1999?

I lost my buddy. He was the only one I had. That's okay. Familiar territory. I've climbed up and scooted down these rocks before.
But I'm looking over my shoulder to 1999, and the best friend I ever had. She was amazing. I wanted more than she could offer. But she asked me if we could be friends. Guys interpret that as "F off." I said no. That was the biggest mistake of my life. As it turns out, I don't care about anything other than the necessity of friendship. Real friendship.
She's still out there. She's happily married, and that's great. I just wish I'd have said yes to her offer. I really do.
There are six billion people on the globe. Odds are one in six billion she'll read that, and think, "Oh, my God! Yes! The offer's still good. I'll be your friend!"
Don't get me wrong. I'm a  realist. I know it's not happening. But when you gotta one-string banjo, you play the one string you got. Am I right?
So, "A", Miss 1999, if you want a cup of coffee, I'm buying. You won't need your lipstick. It's just coffee in the morning sun.
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