“Forgetting everything I know ’til the next line comes along”

Listening to the Bluegrass version
of Peter Rowan’s “Lonesome L.A. Cowboy”
with Jerry and Dawg singing harmony
and Vassar’s honey sweet fiddling
(who names their country boy for an Eastern girls’ school?)
working on my second Bloody Mary
in a tall ceramic cup with that drippy kind
of blue and brown glaze around the rim —
3 fingers of cheap vodka, canned tomato juice,
a few good shakes of Sriracha red pepper sauce —
buzzed enough to think this might be a poem.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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One Response to “Forgetting everything I know ’til the next line comes along”

  1. Ummm.. just a guess here, but I’d say Vassar’s mom would name a country boy after an eastern seaboard girl’s school. But, I know lots of country boys named some pretty strange things.

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