Country Rose
jest
don’t talk
through a song
especially one
she wrote
for a woman
who once graced
the Opry stage
and filled the airways
with her songs
‘bout hunger and heartbreak
the ones that fed
a little girl
somewhere in Kentucky
who ended up becoming
a singer herself
a writer of songs
yeah, somebody shoulda shushed
the woman in silver
sittin’ stage front
carrying on that conversation
with that guy
that coulda waited
‘til the woman in gold
up there on the stage
was done
singing her song
the one she wrote
for a country rose
that once grew
wild
in a hollow
TL