Track No 69
he wears a leather jacket
with buttons lost their shine
and rolling stones, jimi hendrix
kool and the gang
but he can't sing them
no more
oh, baby
no more.
scabby fingers
chipped away
by taut chords
now slack
no longer
quick
or
any rythme
to
them.
and he can't
make music like he used to
any more nor
thrust his hips
so throws his guitar
around his neck
kicks the stool
and waits
for the notes
to
spring
oh, baby, how he sings.
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