In a strange, strange place
Two music men
Unscrew words out of the smog
Whittle them into a vase
Where their stories hide & stem,
Twine, hop, serpentine & hug
All about this rather strange,
And they sing colors, perhapses
And theres. Like on a torn page
Where her face,
Or what she says
Is played… In a strange,
Strange place. A naked
Beer sipped in between tunes
Is kissed by the smoky-dressed
Light on the skin. And two music men
Without a stage
From the highway hewn,
Boots still hot, a drum & a banjo
Speaking things ’bout yesterday,
Paper wads to unfold
In the ears. And la, lala, lalala, oh!
Now people at the bar
Some hear, others wonder about their way
And two music men hold
The night away.
La, lala, lalala, oh!
Sang The O’s.
Photo: Dean JEFFREY, “The Triple, Richmond, VA”
~ THE O’s http://wearetheos.com/