An Auld Lang Syne

in 20 years will you remember

the six-pack sunday morns,

the sticky floors and beer stained shirts?

will you remember

the wheels that turned

and trains that howled?

will you remember

the fire that burned holes

through our ribs and throats

while Chuck sang:

"there's no point

to surrender"?

and silent walks

hands in our pockets

after those shows

in early autumn frosts?

we've never asked for much

and never begged for more

will you remember that?

I hope

I hope

I love you, bro...