Friday, August 19, 2005

He Rocks On

I knew someone who was a rock song in his spare time.
Someone sweated and screamed
microphone in a death grip, jammed against the mouth.
In four minutes and twenty-two seconds he was birthed.
He'd pick himself up from the stage
dust off the knees of jeans,
thank the singer for their time
and walk back to work.

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