Those dudes hung out under the streetlight on Fridays and Saturdays.
Between the four of them,
there were twenty-one tattoos,
ranging from Celtic tribal
to devils & one broken heart.
They'd trade stories
about love & hate,
cheap dates &
high maintenance girls.
Every now and then,
one would get lucky & fall in love.
But they always came back.
I've never been sure
if they were major ****-ups
or just sentimental,
missed the group.