Wineskin from WINESKIN by JACOB ALAN JAEGER

Shone the shore, cargo was lost in-tow. Lo! the tide swept in the leagues he’d rowed. To the port weary and worn he slogged, ailments sought WINE, so BLUE the fog. Cobbled paths that spoke with baited breathe, come-hither stare from amber LAMPS. Tavern bare lone sat a silent STOOL, CANDLE LIT for one forlorn fool. Careless thoughts that drove the thinker mad, commissary sent: a wayward lad. Hands exchanged with salutations spared, WINESKIN withdrawn, a drink they shared. Tales they told of battles lost and won, women of the night, and SONGS were SUNG. Evening wrought ’til sun shown fiery red, nightcaps were poured, the WINESKIN BLED. "HE ASKED AND HE RECEIVED."

• Folk
• folk-jazz
• folkadelic
• medio-mexicano
• Austin