once a skater, always a skater.
I drive around and see grass gaps,
stairs, ledges, and handrails,
always thinking how I would rip them
on the pushable plank
with four wheels and trucks.
even with all these skatable spots,
I never see groups of kids
grinding them, hiding from cops
behind grocery stores,
just being creative on concrete.
where did they all go?
I can still 180 with the best of them,
and rock a mini-ramp,
maybe heel flip if my legs let me,
but I am bailing on big hubbas,
because, at 38, my knees aren't the same,
and I can't afford to break a hand,
because that's how I make my living.
no matter, I pushed around today,
and I will kick around again,
until the dead end.