The Weaving Man

The Weaving Man


Up to the windshield he wove,
And looking in on me
Poured a broad and drunken smile.

And what teeth he had popped out
My way as he said,
"How ya all doin' in there?"

I was the only one inside,
Though he may have imagined more.
"Ya all gots a cigarette I can have?"

"Don't smoke," I grinned back
through a careful window cracked.
I didn't even bother with

The smoking is bad for you bit.
Wasn't an occasion where
Healthy sense seemed appropriate.

Then, he nodded some and he wove
Some more, edging even closer
To the window of my door.

"Well...well, well then, okay.
Ya all have a nice day anyway.
And...and...and...

You tell everyone I says, hello!"
So, "Hello, everyone!"
The Weaving Man said to tell you all, "Hello!"