get it, man, get it

He was holding court between sets at the Texas Bar (Not his usual stomping grounds, necessarily, But the owner was a decent guy whose checks were good, And a Wednesday night gig pretty much found money)

the stones

They are ornamented with coins, small colored stones, The occasional personal items– wrinkled and ancient baseball cards, Weathered photos of aunts or grandfathers, Talismans offered pharaoh-like, though for more ordinary passages, Humbler bestowals for lesser men, And the trees leave their own alms, The odd early dropping leaf, a clump of brown needles, Their own […]