Spit Shine

Old towels torn 

into even strips

and a dented

tin of Kiwi, black

you turn the 

silver key

and wherever you sit

becomes an

esoteric space,

an escape from

irrelevance 

and servitude

keep that towel

a’ snappin,

spit shine

long ago a drill sergeant 

taught you the trick,

a sure way to heal 

the sickness you feel

so you may pass 

through the fright 

of any long, dark night 

keep that towel

a’ snappin,

spit shine

so polish away 

the grime

into a pride

you can see 

your face in

you’ve done it 

all your life 

transformed

trash into treasure,

boys into men

hold high your head

defeat has taught 

you to know victory

rejection has taught you love

when the world doesn’t 

always fit you like a glove

keep that towel

a’ snappin,

spit shine.

~Eric Vance Walton~

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