His parent's didn't name him dirt
but nobody knew him by nothing else
cigarette smoke stained catcher in rye
silhouette memory of days gone by
ever young yet somehow old
made modest demands of life I'm told
black coffee breath and another spring's elation
from work to mud room salutation
conversation baked with love
country comfort that big city's unworthy of
worn leather smile soft yet bold
soul restored wood stove new yet old
they called him dirt but his heart was gold