Wednesday, December 2, 2020


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.


  1. I love it when the Tired Monk sings. Stay well, Ollie.

  2. I got an old album of Nebraska on aging vinyl. The crackles, pops, and hisses add to the atmosphere--not that his magical work is lacking in anyway. Nice poem. Your work seems to always bring back memories of youth. Boss would be proud.

  3. So nostalgic..and I'm from there.

  4. They stopped making (real) music shortly after this was recorded, didn't they? Or maybe I just stopped listening. Thanks for sharing.

  5. the exhausted attention rings in this and echoes

  6. Nothing brings back memories like favorite music. Mine happens to be Dwight Yoakam's A Thousand Miles from Nowhere.

  7. I love those songs when you could understand the words and identify with them. I find that not to be the case in much of today's music.

  8. Great poetry! ~~'maybe everything that dies someday comes back' ... oh how I love this song and the Boss. I've seen him in concert four times!!!

  9. A wonderful description of some moments singing with Bruce A great singer

  10. I echo Rosemary - lovely nostalgia.
    I love that I remember old and great songs, certainly flood with oft joyous memories.
    Anna :o]


Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.