by Jerry Buckley
An hour to kill - a happy hour patio - on the rim of Music City
Outflanked by social beings - congregated - unwinding
Hipsters nursing wings and craft pints - pontificating on whatever
Young gun Millennials - sharing a pizza and a bucket of Miller Lite
What's up with the sunglasses in the shade?
And loitering at the middle table - a solitary geez
His draft Yuengling - and his history book
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Jerry Buckley is a commercial truck agent residing and working in middle Tennessee. He is a high school and collegiate soccer official, and home brewer. He and his wife enjoy travelling together and experiencing other cultures. He enjoys the outdoor life, reading, music, and impressionistic art.
Last updated October 19, 2015