Black Bear Brand × Zach Bryan

The Jacket

The dream came in smoke.
Color, not quite white. but ivory, bone.
Somewhere in the blood or the dust.
The kind you see right before the crash.
Zach texted.
Just said: “Color.” I saw it before I read it.
The jacket started there. In the fog.
Leather—hauled, dyed, stretched 'til it screamed.
Cigarettes, ash, burned down to nothing.
Horween horsehide.
Looked like it killed a man.
Felt like it kissed you after.
The color? A scream in slow motion.
Built with Black Bear bones.
It grins and tells you to fuck off.
The Jacket.
Black Bear Brand × Zach Bryan special edition