Tag: fiction
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Sunday Nights
Sunday night in the setting sun,front step sitting now the work is done.The universe is in my veins,I’ve got my phone playing some songs,rock and soul all night long.Close my eyes and breathe it in.Every Sunday, you’ll find me here,some songs and a couple of…
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Pale Horse
Pale horse,running through the woods at night,down the old trails where they never built the houses.Where we played as kids.Am I dreaming?Sitting at that kitchen table,or maybe that old wooden table,where I wrote so many songs when I was starting out.Trying to scrape meaningfrom three…
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Finish The Game
Rock and roll doesn’t need statues. It’s alive.Like Willie Nile.It’s in the pavement. The cracks in the wall in a sweaty club. When the singer testifies.It’s no museum piece.What goods a statue at the end of the world?It’s in the air. It’s in your walk.…
