Saturday, January 21, 2012

good friend - good man

I climb into SUV
a welcome fluttering feeling
pervades despite the frigid air

easy banter on the way
he listens carefully
and we chuckle old jokes

we enter parking garage
he kibitzes with the attendant
a break in his day

restaurant is packed
but undeterred we climb stairs
and sidle to the bar

he asks the dark haired waitress
about her day she smiles and he
gains her guarded trust

we order food without a table
and eat standing chatting about
our divergent lives after a common history

the arena is humming
he knows people and stops to chat
comfort like a fleece blanket surrounds
and we head to watch the game

he drives an extra forty minutes
to take me home
but the fluttering wings of friendship
make it ok

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