"rasor" poems
Cashing A Check
by johnmac
I just saw this wonderful line
in a column in a motorcycle
magazine*:
"The mind writes checks that
the body can't cash".
The vision that many from the
old neighborhood have of me is
short and thin with a Pepsi in
one hand and a cigarette
in the other
Others will remember me as
taller and thin, hitting a jumper
from the corner or throwing
a "no-look pass" to a cutter.
Others will picture me at the
end of the bar in the Broadstone
with an open pack of Pall Malls and
a half-finished beer on the bar;
Don Gibson's "I Can't Stop Loving You"
on the jukebox.
"Pat, one more when you get a chance"
Age has taken the jumper
Diabetes has taken the Pepsi
Common Sense has taken the
cigarette and *****
I am older and wiser and
hopefully more tolerant
I am satisfied with my life
but
to just be able to once more
fake the man guarding me and
go up with a jumper and
get nothing but net
To be able to, once more,
"cash that check"
*”Milestones” by Robert Rasor, American Motorcyclist; March 2006
Copyright 2006 John F. McMullen
Sep 17, 2009
Sep 17, 2009 at 2:22 PM UTC
A foot sticks out
My hungry mouth
Hair and toes
Legs and woes
And teeth so sharp
Like rasor blades.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC