Sitting on the curb, elbows to my knees
Jimmy says to me
' Relax kid, dames come and go, so what? nothing keeps you warm at night better than a bottle of scotch, and it dont talk back none either
(neither) '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i agree.. funny how this brief artwork seemed to have a deeper unexpressed emotion underneath..