Tiny teenage tokes,
taking swigs of Old Style Pilsner,
in brown bottles,
wrapped in my vision landscape.

I close my eyes and
wish for
summer nights &
a deck &
warm lakes &
warm skin &
no shoes &
no tomorrows &...

tonite?
Inside'll do,
I hear riffs in
a tavern  
from blue collared ghosts of
high school
sweethearts,
who grew up
real guy
stronghearts.

And together,
we are 
still
singing the
same
hometown
song.