Neat'n Easy

This is an intriguing city;
though congested as an
old lunger, sanctuary
is easy.

Taverns hunt in packs
through litter laden
Los Angeles, and
rare few shelve my hooch -
so simple to find
back home.

ahh…

Mesquite scented summers
beckon me, but
so extended was my absence,
it is hard
to call myself a
Texan anymore.

So, I’ll double my
Turkey tonight -

neat’n easy…

neat’n easy…

and be grateful that a
familiar whiskey exists
where ever I choose
to drink it.