Old Friend

OLD FRIEND
By Bix



Me, rough dawg rudely babblin',

Grimace set, hard scrabbled blinkin',

Jacked up, tacklin' a double-take.



You, belly quake'n, yeah shakin',

Yer danglin' bangs, hangin' slip stream

Glidin',

Slidin' off yer smooth buttery brow.



That oft pondered head, atop alabaster,

Graceful arc of grace, tilts buttery back,

Gleam eyed, catbird crinkled sly,

Watery, with a twinklin' blink, Bee

Seeks up.



Just as an old friend fondly recalled,

Hey! just of a sudden appears,

So too sweet laughter appears,

Comes on easy, falls out damn easy,

Floats


Wakes, shakes, comes untucked,

Curling languid, elegantly

Floats in the tide pool

Of a breezy bar fan.



Then, old friend laugh starts down, goes

A bird-dog meander, meanders across

Dangles there, clear, near my rear-view ear...

Hangs



Bobbin' there, like a punch clown return,

High-centered in the bar fan breeze,

Like a metronome sweepin', keepin' beat,

Or maybe just a pourous cork....

Bobbin'



Now, oh now you're howlin',

Bellowin' out'

Squinty-eyed, old friend comes on,

Easy and clear, so free on a clear

As glass straight path laugh.



Stumble-drunk sways, careens giddy

Slowly goes driftin' out, anchor free

And Carries.....



And us, just grinnin'

Grinnin' god damn easy......