Faded Blue Jeans Poem by Jessica Kelly

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