hot face, dim eyes, me

no one is still 
listening to these songs,
harping on the past,
not like I am.

folks songs don't remember,
not like I do,
with detail
and weather.

guitar my heart
and help me 
figure it all out,
one tune by two.

no matter the influence,
the confluence is me,
cantor and mr. jones and He-Man,
trying to give up on brown.

sign the times
with my squinty eyes
and sign with indie bands
for all I care.