Old Gun Slingers
Old gun
slingers who
no longer
have bullets,
still walking
down high
noon streets,
their eyes
narrowed &
their six
shooters
low on
their hips.
Old gun
slingers who
no longer
have bullets,
still walking
down high
noon streets,
their eyes
narrowed &
their six
shooters
low on
their hips.
Filed under poems & short jabs