Male Rain Days

Brown focus
Kneeling stoking
Hot coals
Hanging around starlight
Prisms
Cacti abundant

But I don’t mind the work

Or fire me into the sea
Crowded out corduroy sacred
Siege
Highways all too nasty
Bellows out his fantasies

And a soul is lost
Far beyond the tombstone
When simple sam and his eternal reward
Are struck down by the silver sword
An event all too far to grasp

For easy steve and the highway cast

Highway 66
Levels out at g-town breakfast
And your little friend with the
Short sleeved strain
Tries too hard at the waitresses pains

An old tale from the male rain days
But now stopping in for chili dog and
Rain-stained asphalt
Got to make the movie on time
For fall weather and great divine