Sometimes,
when I'm feeling low,
I find a quiet place
and get my headphones.
Tom Waits —
"Hold On."
It's that first chord —
a warm D chord —
just opens up the world.
It's like an old friend.
And the words —
the lyrics —
make you smile,
make you laugh,
make you feel,
make you think.
A warm embrace.
I can see her —
the old motel, paint worn and peeling,
breath visible,
wrapping herself in her arms
in the freezing cold,
by the old shop.
"Hold on..."
(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
