Adam Zambataro
carving arrow heads of bedrock
wearing red socks and a red hat to match
a thin stache above his lip
he sips his beer
staying clear of any wack conversation
says "it lacks demonstration of good character"
doesn't care her **** are big
or that she digs similar tunes
50's crooners. He lights a 27
parties are fun and all, but bed will be heaven
a tired face, and a spent look in his eyes
he makes his decision without compromise
he puts on his jacket and makes his way home
a quiet cold walk where he can finally be alone