written on our faces

we walk up the street
jackets and energy against winter
walking to the next whiskey bar
the next taste, the next soundtrack

we stand in the bar
swapping shop talk and travel tales
plans for future adventure
the next job, the next voyage

we sit in the booth
admiring cocktails and music
equal measure complex and simple
the next round, the next record

we split to the winds
each fading into the night
knowing we will gather again
the next time, the next venue

we each find the way
along unpredictable paths
square our shoulders to attack
the next fall, the next triumph