50/fifty no other way

the flow is steady tonight
no different it's May and he still throws
a hood up as if he's cold
an old man he works with
asks him every day if his head is cold
old man's name is Herb Tripp
how funny is that
the flow is steady and the head is hot
under a needls knit with brim and bag
he sits with a cigar hanging out of his mouth
back porch behind the blinds style
thinking of the brother he wishes to chill with
he too understands the mind to be a maze
running around trying to amaze
someone with a particular skill
he hopes to find another steady flow
onto the next page someone always has something
to say and the noise this late will not be appreciated
by the neighbors no doubt loud enough
to wake anyone trying to sleep at this point nearby
the flow could continue all night long
if he let it ring out slow and smooth like a bell
bringing about a mindfulness he can bring
into the unconscious night ahead
a flow he cannot control or even plan to remember
it's hit or miss with him
50/fifty, no other way...