But You (Poem)

Slumming it With you, my friend, Keeping me laughing, Extreme in all things;   Swinging purses, Rocking our blue jeans, Dollar pitchers, Alley door waiting.   Across the parking lot— Slightly slick— We prance with youth, Toward the smoky dive,   When the wind whips by, Snagging our satchels. Mine drifts on the breeze And…