Jack's Old Friend

Jack had an old friend stop by today
just for a quick eight beers
it was good timing
Jack had a pocket full of dollars
and no shit in his bloodstream
they talked about writing and the fact that neither of them had been discovered and that the most likely never would be
the sun reflected in the still bayou waters
as the unopened Budweiser lie in the shade along the old wooden chairs
in the distance a harmonica sounded
it was a lazy still afternoon and the buzz was just right
Jack had been drinking consecutively for four days
although, he had managed to make it to work for the last couple of days
He had rat and mouse shit falling from his hair and was thankful they were drinking from the can
Jack sobered around the fourth beer
and kicked his old friend out
said he had to take care of some business with the Miss's
his old buddy took right wise
and found a tree to piss under on the way out