C-sharp (No Moss on These Stones)A Poem by PeteYou cannot hear music and noise at the same time. - Thoreauhotter than jalapeños in hell cooler and smoother than arctic ice one guy held his guitar neck in one hand and a cigarette in the other another blew the sax into oblivion off the calendar and into tomorrow the drummer was stoic keeping a penetrative beat and walking a steady, rockin' line the one dubbed "sir" shook maracas like a maniac strutting around like a peppy peacock with a magisterial mouth harp they were a bit wrinkled but damn they could jam like kings of siam covering me with a blue tarp in c-sharp © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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