A screaming F sharp at the dawn of life
B minor frets of growing pains
Flat A’s of learning
Slides up and down with the fueled abandon of mid-life
Slowing to the rhythm of G’s and T time
Threats of major C, pick resonated
Then eases the harmony, as the end draws near
Nothing sharper than an old favored malt
Forsaking Dylan to go gentle into that night
No crescendo, no chorus
Just one final tremolo goodbye
Winston-Salem, North Carolina, USA October 2015
