Ode to a Friend

On the side of the road, on a balmy summer's night,
two friends had stopped for a smoke.
As the engine settled, they enjoyed their spir'tual rite,
talking of old times, telling old jokes.

Saturday nights, spent with Mary Jane,
some would have called it a crime,
but if it was you in that truck, you'd see it plain,
as simply two friends, passing the time.

Every weekend the same, spent playing this game,
searching for a party, with friends.
The drive was a must, but quite often a bust,
but week to week, that talk wouldn't end.

It's fair to say that we both knew a lot,
though, I know that he taught me a great deal,
as we drove through the night, bowl by bowl, spot by spot,
just living our youthful days out with zeal.