walking blues

I have a pair of black on black  
Adidas shell tops. Standard  
for a dude like me, a slacker  
who grew up in the nineties.  
 
Got 'em a bunch of months ago  
when I went into town  
to make right with an old friend.  
Had a few extra bucks, unusual  
for a dude like me  
who never grew up.  
 
I am an outlaw motorcycle gang  
on my kicks, so it's no surprise  
that they are completely blown out.  
 
Easy summer living, when done right  
doesn't require covered feet  
but the moon has been whispering in  
that particular mystery that only autumn allows  
and I need new shoes.
 
The second smartest kid  
always walks a lot  
between the crowd and the crew chief.