Java House

The fishing jigs are callin out my name
Flaggin me down
To venture out of my balmy 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
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 are flipping on the grid
Tapping the glass, in the feisty feis
Gettin hooked down the fiery line
Nothin yet
But sometimes they catch four, or five
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
At the frozen improv
More my forte, to hear great big fish stories
come alive
To see the gleam in a little boys eye
Bringing misty tears 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 …

Kelly S Griswold

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