He loves the Wolverines
He loves a fishin’ stream
He gets that far away look in his eyes…
Somewhere on a Michigan highway
He rides a Harley-Davidson
His silver mustache flyin’ in the wind
Ridin’ in the mornin’ sun
G-Man’s Tim Horton’s cup
Collidin’ with the very air he breathes
The air he breathes.
Just 55 words I put to a Neil Young melody in honor of our known blogging legend and coffee-loving patron saint of Friday Flash Fiction 55 — the G-Man.
If you are a Flash-55 writer (or play one on t.v.) git on over to the G-man’s lair Friday (or anytime Thursday after 8:00 p.m. MICHIGAN time) to check out the fun. Let the The G-man know you’ve posted a 55 and he’ll pop on over to your place and comment!
Posted (wit loves) by Jannie