Riveted blues

There hung a pair of jeans on the closet door
Tired battered and beaten by shards of time
Belt ends loop in conformity repaying a societal debt
That lonely buckle droops with a pensive limp
Empty pockets dread the sombre days ahead, 
Hips slung low either side in an arthritic wince
Legs weatherwrinkled a barrage of warped stories till sundown
Sheen burgled indigo assumes moody blues in patches random
Knees worn in a yawn tattered akin to a fishing net
Unsung stitches frayed wrecks yearning limelight  and minutes of fame
Ugly stains play guests  gaudy and spam like 
Seams plunge in a hurry seeking anonymity of the crowds
Legs open and gape wide annoyed in utter dismay
Of a life spiked bitter with generous oodles of blues.