Java House

The fishing jigs are callin out my name
Flaggin me down
To venture out of my warm bob house
To slip and slide cross the ice
This fishing scene is in my blood
Good for the old patience
More of a waiting game
I’ve needed the diversion like Heaven
And today I’m feelin mighty good
I’m a player and this is a standup gig…
Meetin new people and havin a ball
As expert fishermen stare at their Jigs
Until the fish skip the light fandango
Getting hooked dancing down the line
Nothin yet, but sometimes they catch four, sometimes five
No one saying “want some cheese with that whine.”
No one caring bout troubles
They’re all left behind
Me, I’m back on land now, with my vintage sign
“Hot Coffee” and a string along song
More my forte, to hear great big fish stories come alive
To see the gleam in a little boys eye
Bringing misty tears to the shore every time
“Breaker breaker one nine!”
“More frozen body parts coming my way!”
The only solid tips I’ve felt all day
One cup, two cups … maybe more …

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Ksg.’14

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