For J.H.
But you’re the diffident one
who has trouble looking me in the eye
and we sit out back of my house
you smoke and get your throat down a half-step
(use a capo; you’ll live longer I joke)
and you go out there night after night on the road.
I slip a hundred dollar bill in your case when you’re not looking
And wish I had made more of myself.
poetrytech 
smiles…there is something of buskers…a magic romaticism…
wishing you made more of yourself…maybe pining a bit for their road?
I will admit to pining for the road. 🙂
Fantastic. Exceptional writing. I especially like the opening: “But you’re the diffident one
who has trouble looking me in the eye.”
scene painted nicely, love the images of the smoking, parenthetical is great there, and great ending, especially the final line, nicely done.
Thanks to you and to everyone who commented!