Boots And Jeans Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

I park the bike
Make sure it's stable on the stand
Take off my helmet
Stuff the leather gloves
And my shades inside
Put them together on the tank
Take of my damp black leather jacket
Stuff my cell phone in my pocket
and head into the biker bar
You know, plank floors, barnwood
Pool table, chalkboard specials
A few wooden tables and a traditional bar
with bear on tap.
Boot heels clicking on the floor as I walk to the bar
A couple of Blue Moon's and spicy hot wings sound right
Bob Dylan's Tangled Up In Blue comes on
I'm thinking 'Perfect'
I found just the right spot to unwind a little
to forget about all the BS in the world
And just let the cold beer satisfy my thirst
There is something about a ride on backroads
That eases the soul and mind
But after the ride, the right mood and food
Can bring even peace to a higher level
As I rest my elbows on the table
Scan the bar
Notice the girl wearing the jeans and sandals
and dig into the hot wings
My, there are still some nice things in the world
They're just getting harder to find
I tell myself there will be a few more afternoons like this
hopefully shared
Sometimes I just want to forget everything
and breathe these moments in
I did