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Closing Time: rime couée
Down at the bar we sit and wait, as if our glory days, so great, still might return anon. We act younger throughout the night, so we forget, while we get tight, that halcyon is gone. And all the girls … Continue reading
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Two weeks
In two weeks I’ll be fifty. Where has that half century gone? It feels the world is speeding by this jockey on the lawn, who used to hold the reins and feel some semblance of control but now just stands … Continue reading
Your backstage ghost
For forty years, I’ve sung and played; each bar, garage or concert stage has its own ghosts, its private songs. They do not share them all. Some of these venues are long gone, while others stand with different names; those … Continue reading
The fainter stars
I wonder if the fainter stars, those not more distant but less bright, their fuel perhaps reduced by age, the entropy that comes with time, feel they burn just as brightly now as once they ever did. Do they, confined … Continue reading