3 Chords and the Truth
turned the dial
down
had to
but sick of the silence
so turned the dial
up
and found some
new stuff
music never leaves ‘ya
long
it brushes back a leaf
and flies in a V
and ripples the glass
and turns a red rose
brown
it fills the space
the dust don’t
and lifts the ink
off the skin
water wears away
the hardest stone
smooths it down
over time
they stack ‘em
in Tennessee
and leave ‘em
for strangers
to see
on their way
to capture
rumbling water
falls
TL