I wandered out of Michigan
plannin on winterin in the Keys,
after a stop in Atlantic City
visitin with my favorite squeeze.
I’ll arrive before the “Snowbirds”
lookin to find myself a job
I don’t want fer much,
but I refuse to become a slob.
I’ll play a little gitar,
maybe fill in with the band
I’ll drink a lota beer
stick my toes into the sand.
Winterin in the Keys
is my way of avoidin the world.
It’s been years since my last reveille
when I watched as the flag unfurled.
Ya, I once wore the uniform
always doin as I was told.
The biddin of Uncle Sam
is what taught me to avoid the cold.
Now each year I visit Key West
though I winter at Marathon Key,
seems always takin orders
had got the best of me.
These days I don’t much worry
about which is right er wrong,
seldom do I make a fist,
I’ve learned to jist git along.
Mostly I jist roll with the punches,
livin on the fly,
each day’s a new adventure
as I practice gittin by.
Tonight I’ll have some drinks
maybe shoot a few games of pool,
I’ll seek a wannabe hustler,
then I’ll take his ass to school.
to be continued.....
Copyright © 2012 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.