Ode to my Winter Coat

I had a winter coat like George Castanza 
Green and plain it its glorious splendor 
The collar smelled like a leather shop store 
16 years old, with cologne all over my sweater 

I wore my coat with its warmth entrapping me 
Hiding and protecting all of my loosened frailty 
I had to protect it and make it last all winter 
So I left it in the car as I entered the diner 

A turkey club paired with some second hand smoke 
A washing machine unable to fix the smell 
So in the car it stayed as I shivered to get inside 
Jukeboxes, quarters, and stories to tell 

For all of my high school years the coat was able to last 
A jacket of remembrance revealing more than just my past