I don’t drink.I think about drinking some times.I think about disappearing into the city,Into the night.Into a rock and roll song.The music.The crowd.The passion.Sparks.I’ve been lost.I’ve been a fool.But the music,Is me.AndI am the music.Like a map,Back to myself.A pawn shop guitar man,But a guitar man none the less.Turn up the guitar.Make it loud.ConnectionsLit up.Me.You.Everybody.Together.SometimesContinue reading “Some Kind of Salvation”
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Bath Tub Blues
Maybe I’ll run on like a rolling stone,Still going into my 80s.When my Pappa was getting his bus pass.Maybe I’ll be more like,A fat guy in the bathtub.Thinking he is having the last laugh.Either way,I’m going to take this moment.Take this day.And live it.© Paul Andrew Sneddon
Bus Stop Boogie
Bus stop in the gentle rain,Waiting,Waiting.Old couple arguing about something, nipping at each other.Dressed like they are on a hill-walking expedition in monsoon season for the trip down to the bingo.Sharing a packet of Wotsits.The wet grass.Cars rolling by in the street,Turn up the volume,Ian Dury and the BlockheadsBurst through my headphones.And I’m traveling,Borneo,Bordeaux,Fantastique.Feet tapping,Moving,NearContinue reading “Bus Stop Boogie”
Dominoes
Sitting on the bench, a cool Wednesday morning. Tony could hear the traffic from there. Up and down Dundonald Road, all day long, the world going about its business.Here he was, just like every other day.The smell of flowers and cut grass drifted on the air.Sandwiches wrapped in cling film beside him, next to hisContinue reading “Dominoes”
Midnight is Gone
Midnight. Midnight is gone. Deep into the heart of the night. Just speeding through the nighttime, past where the streetlights end. The road is quiet.Got to get home.Police cars burling past me down the dual carriageway. Lights flashing as I slow down a little.Stop at the petrol station and fill up. The lady behind theContinue reading “Midnight is Gone”
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