Black Jeans Poem by Smoky Hoss
Black Jeans
Going somewhere special
Or just living an ordinary day,
Makes all the difference
Of what I wear along the way -
A wedding, or a funeral
It's all a serious scene,
No room for blue
Just got to wear my best black jeans -
Out on the farm
Or driving my old truck,
I'm sportin' my faded Wranglers
Or even bibs, like good ol' Huck -
But, when comes time
For show and shine,
I go deep in the closet
My pressed black pants to find -
They're the ones
That look best,
With my buckaroo boots
And Western vest -
Blue may be fine
For the daily, routine grind, but
Jeans of black are where it's at,
Whenever I'm headed out
Topped with my best, clean cowboy hat!
Seems like you know how to dress Smoky. I got two pair of black jeans that I have had now for nigh on ten years, I still wear them everywhere. Great write.
I agree with this- well written too! I Just bought myself a pair of black jeans today-
Like it. I always wear what i want, untill my Partner says otherwise that is. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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You know you're right, never thought of it, but I, for some strange reason, do the same. Now that you told me, I don't know what to do, I hate to copy anyone. But wait, I guess it isn't coping if I was doing it first. Ha Ha Good write smoky, enjoyed every second of it.. Thanks Jim