Hard Rocker

silver hair and drabby clothes looking rather shabby, drabby and old eyes full of wisdom stories to tell that would take you to heaven but could finish in hell hes a hard rockers whose lived a life who fought by the sword but never died by the knife hes a hard rocker with a dirty smile who oozes confidence and has smoking style more style than you in his big toe you cant help youself but go say hello at the bar not a smoke in sight but he stinks of them do you want a light you look bewildered as he turns his back walking to the duke box picking a track patting a stool to offer a seat as you sit you hear the beat he strums the air as the guitar gets loud he loves the song doesnt care of the crowd hard rocker continues