Poem Starting With a Line From Phil Miller by Shawn Pavey

 

And the Adam’s apple, the vocal chords and tongue,
the crackling voice graveled by whiskey, cigarettes,
and time cannot sing the songs, written so long
ago, now. That stage in the back of the bar? Empty.
That band so distant and estranged for so long.
Guitars lie in their cases, gather dust on stands.
The record, somewhere, buried deep in a box,
its vinyl molding and warped, is filled with dreams
that lie etched in grooves. Place it on a turntable
and listen as a needle fizzes in a rotary
swooshswooshswoosh and a lost voice barely whispers,
“So young so young so young.”

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One Response to “Poem Starting With a Line From Phil Miller by Shawn Pavey”

  1. Well done, Shawn Pavey. I love the near rhymes, the concrete and poetic details, and the wistful tone of this poem. Alarie

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