Smoking Banana Peels Poem by Ted Sheridan

With the volume adjusted for an evening of music;
my headphones sheltering me from all outside distractions
I inhale the smoke rings of an almost forgotten bygone era
as Alejandro Escovedo so elegantly sings his songs and poems
Two cold beers and a lime; a jigger of tequila with a shaker of salt,
taking the edge off a hard day of working in the trenches
isn’t always as easy as it sounds….
There are limits to what is humanly possible
without self medicating oneself….

2008 © TS