a beer and a shot....
two old men sitting
on the stoop. talking...
about old times, jobs,
women, and life....
changing the strings
on a battered old Gibson...
the old dog just happy
to lie at their feet....
the sound of bacon frying,
the clatter of pots and pans....
a hawk soaring in circles
over the fields turned brown...
a couple of songs,
a few flakes of snow....
a beer and a shot,
as time draws short!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beer-and-a-shot/
