All the songs on the radio have banjos in them. Listening to the FM radio someone dropped the
bluegrass in the blender. I’m going all
spaz over the music. Don’t know if I
should tap my feet or snap my fingers or lay back on the arm of the couch with
a cold compress on my skull. Thank God
for Mississippi John and the Candy man and my new found friend the i-pod.
We are suppose to depend on little flat phones with TV
screens but they only work when someone is listening for the “ring”. (Ring!
yeah, that’s a laugh. They do
almost anything but ring.) When I call North Carolina the only
thing I get is “Leave a message.
Later.” I reach out to touch
someone and get a lesson in flat, remote, electronic rejection. I wouldn’t mind so much except I just got a
message that said it’s all gonna end!
Not when, just that it would...someday. And I here thought I had All the Time in the World.
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