Some Song
for the fans
Elsie, it’s three a.m.
Crackles on the track, headphones in the dark
Go on, play it again
Play it back to back, listen to it hard
Press your eyes until you hear
The notes between the bars
Closer, like passing cars
Fake it through the day, curl up on the bed
Louder, like shooting stars
Whispers on the tape, Johnny Walker Red
Your face is white with laptop light
Your heart is in your head
Elsie, it’s three a.m.
Crackles on the track, headphones in the dark


Very nice! You are a talented writer. (We have moved to Boaz, Alabama, but have started a Wednesday morning peace vigil on Wednesday mornings in the neighboring town of Albertville.) Peace, LaMon
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