He's got his hair pulled back
and his old cap on
Radio playing a Bob Dylan song
Cigarette dangling from his lip
Old leather belt
resting on his hip
I don't know what it is the boy does to me
but he looks so fine
in his faded blue jeans
His white t-shirt smells of sweat and sage
Old leather boots
show their age
Eyes are warm, hands are tough
Something about that boy
I can't get enough
I don't know what it is the boy does to me
but he looks so fine
in his faded blue jeans
Copyright 2005 Jessica Kelly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jessica Wow I like this one, nice work