the new music, unfolding
major – walk down – minor
untold, the story of
love is too simple a word
so stretch it over
melody
accordion, glass harmonica
punctuation...
in the verse above the highway
in the opening phrase (
why wait?)
a violent act – hope, guttural
and lifted from some
great bit of slide
loping blues
floats alongside a speeding car
a woman is driving – she
(in sepia, regrets
) doesn’t know where
nervous fingers
wrestling a
cigarette
in the glove box, small books
of doggerel masquerade
as romance
no river, no bridge
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