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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, January 27, 2014

The Denim Jacket

The eponymous jacket
Can't explain
When I saw you
I was smitten
You wore that denim jacket
It was as much a part of you as
your right arm

Freshman year
That jacket was already
broken in and faded
but it brought out
the blue of your eyes
I loved how they sparkled

You were adamant
Either Led Zeppelin or The Who
I knew by the Union Jack on the left sleeve
just where you stood

A roll of peppermint Certs
always in your breast pocket
I tasted them
 mingled with beer
the first time you kissed me

The night you spent in my room
you left that jacket
hanging over my chair the next morning
You knew my boyfriend was coming to visit
and threw down the first bid
in a poker game I wasn't yet sure
I was ready to play

It didn't take long, though
before I began wearing your denim jacket
like a second skin
Singing Who songs
I think it's love.