Blue Collar Blues Comments

I had to put my reply in two parts because the the PoemHunter format does not allow more than 300 characters.

When I got home not only were my boots muddy, but I stunk worse than a sewer. My lady welcomed me, pitied me and tried to power me up some what. I am still with her today. I seems to me that this is the ‘love' your poem is talking about.

"My boots might be muddy // They've been busy all day'. This reminds me of years ago when I was riding home on my bicycle, a skunk ran under the crank of the bike. I wanted no art of this, but the skunk did not see it that way, He hit me with a full blast.

So beautifully inked. Loved the concept and your unique style of expression. Thanks.