I didn’t bring my computer,
glory be!
Walked out late afternoon lightly dressed,
but a song triggered on my
Walked out late afternoon lightly dressed,
but a song triggered on my
cell phone at Dunn Bros Coffee—
a couple sitting at the table next
pointed out the glorious noise to me
a couple sitting at the table next
pointed out the glorious noise to me
coming from my pocket. I think
that I shall never see
a poem lovely as the very best
song that’ll ever trigger on my
a poem lovely as the very best
song that’ll ever trigger on my
cell phone—might be
a song by Patti Smith, like “Dancing Barefoot.”
Well, I had to change the glorious he-she
a song by Patti Smith, like “Dancing Barefoot.”
Well, I had to change the glorious he-she
pronouns to you and we
and they and them and me and us. I’ll cast
my destiny with whatever song triggers on my
cell phone last, my Life—future
byand they and them and me and us. I’ll cast
my destiny with whatever song triggers on my
past loves guaranteed.
But I didn’t bring my computer, glory be!
A song on my cell phone tripped me.
