Bolts and Washers
I’ve done my fair share
Of listening to John Prine in the car
I’ve fought for Blaze Foley
To be considered one of the greats
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott covers “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right,”
And it makes me want to hear the real deal
My dark rooms are full of sun gleams
Coming through the window
From the cracks in the blinds
Musty stories and cassette tape blues
The first time I heard Odetta,
My head exploded
Chills went through my entire body
And I felt Shaken
And happy
Bolts and washers used to surround the dirt floors of the garage
As I looked and looked for tiny scraps of the unbuilt
To put art on
Old transistor radios and CB’s followed the walls
And a welder screamed violence in the corner
Rusty metal poles supporting tables
That hold tools and boxes of junk
What can I bring back?
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This is more than good craft. The search of the mind for art that inspired and then the garage for something to put your art on…tied together with “what can I bring back?”
I loved the violent welder–you hit that perfectly. They have always scared and fascinated me, now I know why.
Thank you.