I’ve learned every cadence,
every refrain that this worn-out violin
could ever hope to squeak out.
The song doesn’t move me anymore.
p.s. The band played to your memory.
A memory that passed 3 minutes ago
between Haucham Hill and Goshen Rd.
Posted on 07/04/2011Copyright © 2019 Wayne Tate
Lovely and just a bit heartbreaking.