Goodbye-Hello

The last Friday
After a long year
And all I want to do
Is listen to the deep sounds
Of Tony Joe White,
Whose voice and rhythms
Tap at the aches from the last months
Like a shaman drawing out evil spirits
From the knots they have formed
In the more fragile parts of my soul.
What Tony can’t soothe,
The oak barrels can wash away.

Goodbye…

This first Friday
Of a short summer
And all I want to do
Is write songs decrying idiocy
That might have a chance to be recorded
In the deep sounds
Of Tony Joe White,
Whose voice and rhythms
Cast away the aches from the last months
Like a medicine man sending evil spirits
From their knotty influence
On the more fragile parts of my soul.
What Tony can’t soothe,
The oak barrels will wash away.

Hello…

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