He opens his eyes
Slowly
As he rolls back
The volume
On his guitar
Coming back out of his trance
Slowly remembering
The unlit cigarette
In his mouth
And the unopened beer
In front of him
Wondering
If what he'd just played
Brought anyone else
Close to where
He'd just been
Friday, April 24, 2009
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