Black Jeans, Bold Lines
That sauntering feeling of evening cool as doors swing open onto rolling drum beats and muddy guitars, where friends wait to greet you with toothy smiles as shadows lengthen into legs.
The musk of freedom shrugs off the day with conspiring love and candor, an invitation to join your chosen brothers flashes in the stars.
The moon sets like a street lamp, a devil-may-care look and jaunty tilt of his wise old face shines down on ashen concrete and the inner wolf finds its invigorated voice in the city rumble while footfalls keep time. When you’re buzzing to go in every direction...
Wear the night.