Windjammer

The Windjammers picking up with the old man’s virginia blend cutting to the quick with his navy cut hoping that no one will take notice of the ragged dirt on his shirtsleeve    He wants a song to practice his drinking the girl with the jukebox voice lost in the memory but caught in the riptide undertow overload Bail on my job slip on my shift drown beneath the surface fall to the wreakage get snagged on a line with the crawfish and bottom dwellers      Dreams of the thinkers the expert drinkers and the wave of new regulars rolling in come close stand near let me hear what you hear and put one down.... put one down.... put one down.... Put one down