A Night on Fire
Let us analyze
misheard lyrics,
jam out to vinyl,
guzzle spirits,
admire the amateur
watercolors
pinned to the wall
The city noise ordinance
keeps vibes low,
smooth like muted blues,
the dusty mandolin
is out of tune, but name
your favorite chords
& I’ll play them all
We’ll howl along
with the alleycat quartet,
in the glow of a rusted southern hue,
in the shadow of a soprano’s silhouette
We’ll be hoarse with regret
when a complicated dawn
comes to call
(November 17, 2019)
Thistle Thoughts 