The Musician
A Poem
Published in
Dec 23, 2020
Bound to the town, burnt by the lights, the throat ends up inside the microphone, the telling all done for the day, the thirst that crawls up and won’t leave the table till the sun has shown up again.
Stopped in the car now, looking ahead, to the side, the road it gets tangled, the speakers the closest to you, love in the crowd, love in the road, trending towards the solitude of the busy, the mystery in tones.
Karma, again, the distance become so familiar, a reinvigorated infinity, the lines surrounding the caravan, the instruments so many examples of violent musings, trapped on a stage, invented every night.
J.D. Harms 2020
