Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 8,956 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Black Jeans - Poem by Smoky Hoss

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!


Comments about Black Jeans by Smoky Hoss

  • James Casey (5/24/2012 4:29:00 PM)


    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
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  • Juan Olivarez (1/5/2012 1:53:00 PM)


    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. (Report) Reply

  • Claudia Krizay (1/3/2012 10:40:00 PM)


    I agree with this- well written too! I Just bought myself a pair of black jeans today- (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2011 6:03:00 PM)


    Like it. I always wear what i want, untill my
    Partner says otherwise that is. Great poem.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 24, 2011



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