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“Sings About Home”

November 16, 2017


Lights slowly bleed in the darkened theatre

Coughs and clearing throats and laughs and tears getting nearer and nearer

The boss turning into a king himself sings about home

An acoustic guitar, a pic, a slide, a voice, words, a bride, a grand piano, a glass of water, and an audience

Act as his throne

Drums are like clothes because without them this feels naked

The horns are for dancing and for waking

Unamplified voice of a rock star feels like a whisper

This is the great white way story of a Monmouth County mister

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