Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Nebraska


lingering cold mist over the fields
a young buck bounds out of the dark
clears the deep ditch...gone

radio is laden with early Christmas songs
and talk radio spin

I reach down 
fumbling through an old tape box
Van Halen, Trinity Sessions, Nazareth...
there it is
Bruce Springsteen: Nebraska
SIDE A is almost worn clear off

starts midway through State Trooper
flip it and listen to SIDE B
flip it back over
sing every word of Atlantic City 
as I coast back into town.