by Jerry Buckley
An hour to kill - a happy hour patio - on the rim of Music City
Outflanked by social beings - congregated - unwinding
Hipsters nursing wings and craft pints - pontificating on whatever
Young gun Millennials - sharing a pizza and a bucket of Miller Lite
What's up with the sunglasses in the shade?
And loitering at the middle table - a solitary geez
His draft Yuengling - and his history book
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Jerry Buckley is a commercial truck agent residing and working in middle Tennessee. He is a high school and collegiate soccer official, and home brewer. He and his wife enjoy travelling together and experiencing other cultures. He enjoys the outdoor life, reading, music, and impressionistic art.
