Boots and a Ledbetter

sitting on my porch sniffing the bittersweet chilled heat in paradise, california autumn is in full swing too cold for converse too warm for snow shoes meet in the middle i lift my nose and smile the only place left in america still burning chimneys its like time stopped at the breakfast club or maybe a little later like 1993 when every youth was yelling and pretty loud too yelling at all who hurt them through their powerful music i turn my radio switch to on i smile and lean back in the grass in the freezing heat and i smell also i listen sh...quiet down world... yellow ledbetters on...