Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Nostalgia creeps in

& rattles my hi-hat . . .

BALD EAGLE
Have you ever listened
to the way most
drummers sing? So
regular, so pedestrian,
a freight train held captive
by its tracks. It seems
they cannot forget
that they are drummers
so sit on the rhythm
of the song as if
scared of losing it
if they let go. Welcome
to the Hotel California.

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