The Tomb of Jesus' Socks
We left Laredo full of cabrito
smoking Cuban cigars
anticipating eternity
The smoking Falcon red as
that great Afghani cough medicine
we got as kids
Danny swam in the Olympics
Turk doctored lids
Paul talked about Jesuits
Turk lit Paul's accidental
earlock with a family Zippo
Danny clicked on the brights
Thank goodness we didn't
have a gun that night
Paul woulda shot Turk
The flat tire saved Turk's
front teeth immaculate
Danny blessed the empty stand