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Lucky
The old sea dog, and his mutt,
soiled with wine stains after
a cold night of Two Buck Chuck,
staggers as he leans over
too much, peering, trying to
see in the first light of day.
Looking for ciggie butts on
an abandoned pier where the
old carousel's boarded up.
The tide is still high off shore,
and gulls languish overhead.
Sea dog hits gold, a Lucky's!
It's only a dank, half-smoked,
stepped-on cigarette, but still
he's smiling his toothless grin.
• Two Buck Chuck = Charles Shaw Wines sell for $1.99 a bottle at Trader Joe's.
• Lucky = Lucky Strikes brand.
soiled with wine stains after
a cold night of Two Buck Chuck,
staggers as he leans over
too much, peering, trying to
see in the first light of day.
Looking for ciggie butts on
an abandoned pier where the
old carousel's boarded up.
The tide is still high off shore,
and gulls languish overhead.
Sea dog hits gold, a Lucky's!
It's only a dank, half-smoked,
stepped-on cigarette, but still
he's smiling his toothless grin.
• Two Buck Chuck = Charles Shaw Wines sell for $1.99 a bottle at Trader Joe's.
• Lucky = Lucky Strikes brand.
Published 5th Dec 2015
| Edited 28th Oct 2018
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5th Dec 2015 3:10pm
Thank you so very much, whale, I'm glad you feel the meaning intended...
of how, when you have practically nothing, the things that do come your way are humble and simple but just as special. Old sea dog didn't just find the Lucky Strike cig, he felt lucky! (hence the title)
of how, when you have practically nothing, the things that do come your way are humble and simple but just as special. Old sea dog didn't just find the Lucky Strike cig, he felt lucky! (hence the title)
