Monday, April 13, 2009

Monday Evening Such-Such

To think of you
as something different
is natural 
and regarded 
by the most important
people as peopled 
with humanness.
You pound the pavement,
you bury the foam,
you shoot stars like you
want to cream the minor
chords in all major songs.
You pretend
to be the British invasion
or the boyfriend
who wins
but (long view here) you 
know how silly it is
to act like a real
blues musician.