Sixty with his hat backwards

Outside the bar
Still had his teeth but his youth was out out of reach though
second beer of the day check again falling hair of grey wise know?
humble there distant stare what´s life but dulling the scare
plastic chair no interruption sixty with the hat backwards just enough or...
too much

Sneakers decade in the wearing pointing out to the pillow curbs
Soon to be vomit stained like yellow rain before the last draw on local herb
Smile awakes as the hangover subsides makes its way on to his face
His dainty trance soon to be disturbed by an open mouth full of unnecessary words

The jaw rocks back and forth now with jibber jabber
 twenty years of the same boasts and blather
A condescending laugh and fat greedy bladder
 and his happy marriage to the words "it doesn´t matter"

Some would deride the old goat
Claim the scruffy mess as without worth
Yet the man could joke whiskey soaked laughter´d surely burst
With humour and a whim for high spirits he was cursed