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A Poem is a Song You Write When the Band's Gone Home
A Poem is a Song You Write When the Band's Gone Home BY DAVE MORRISON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 01

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 01

GOOD GIRLS

ALICE SHIN

ONE MORE THING

STEFAN SCHUMACHER

FAILING SYLVIE

SUSAN BREEDEN

INVISIBLE

ROSALIA SANFILIPPO

MARTIN AND ANDREA, WHY DO YOU
ALWAYS LOOK IN THE MIRROR?

DAVID MILLER

GREAT-GREAT-GREAT

PATRICK COLE

THE NUVARING

DEANNA ROY

PROPHECY

JOHN JANDA

LONELY BICEPS

JAKE EPSTINE

BACKWARDS IS MEMORY

MICHAEL OVERA

COMMITMENT

ELIZABETH CASTORIA

IRAQ, YES IRAQ

GREG GERKE

ECLIPSE

RACHELLE HAFEN

TO A PAINTER

MICHAEL PECK

MY LOVE

DAVE MORRISON

NOTHING OF VALUE IN THIS CAR

JAMES GORMLEY

KNOCKING ON

JAMES MEREDITH

SECOND THOUGHTS

KELLY DESILET

PLAY... PAUSE... REWIND

MEALEE THOMAS

FORGET THE SMOKE

COLIN DARDIS

ONE BLOCK OFF THE STRIP

LORI KOZLOWSKI

REHEARSING IN THE DARK

JUDY KABER

SLEEPY TRANSIENCE

COREY EVANS

WHAT WE’VE CREATED HERE

HOWARD MCKENZIE-MURRAY

BURDENS

CHER’LEY GROGG

REFLECTIONS

JM PENGELLY

LOST SPOUSE

MICHAEL LEE JOHNSON

MAN & TROLLEY

ALAN EMMINS

THE EMOTION OF LIGHT

CHRIS NIESMERTELNY

AFTER THE MUSIC

DAVE MORRISON

CHOICE AND CIRCUMSTANCE

SUSAN BREEDEN

WRITING FOR KICKS

ROSALIA SANFILIPPO

MEETING PLACE

DAVID MILLER

MAN & GOLF BUGGY

ALAN EMMINS

MURDEROUS GIG

DEANNA ROY

READ RAGE

SHARON HARRIOTT

UNDERWATER

CHRIS NIESMERTELNY

MORNING FOG

JOHN WAYNE MCCLUNG, JR

COUNTRY ROAD NEAR BOLOGNA

FABIO SASSI

AUSTIN, TEXAS

DEANNA ROY

 

A poem is a song you

write when the band's

gone home:  an empty club with the

lights on, bartender preparing a bank

drop, waitress having one last

smoke before setting free the

babysitter; waiting for the van,

the pounding on the alley door, humping

the gear that gets

heavier every night, finally

home to a dark street, satisfaction and

loneliness, the list in your head of

things you could have done better,

falling asleep with ringing ears.

 

Poetry is the songs you write when

the band's gone, and that's fine;

see, now, the drummer's not late, the singer's not

drunk, no more painful shock from the microphone, or

broken strings, no asshole who

only wants to hear Zeppelin, no

bully bar owner, or drunks who

talk over love songs.

 

A poem is a song that

doesn't need a band, but

here's what I miss:

new strings

a dance floor

the punch and roll of a good drummer

cigarettes and Dewars

couples kissing in dark corners

a bartender who likes my songs and

pushes back my crumpled bills, the

feeling you carry unseen, like

shrapnel, that tonight

could be the

night.

 

 

 

 

 

Blink, blink: 
I love you. Blinkity-blink: 
I am your Sweetheart.
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