Reincarnation for T. Waits
by Steven Gowin
I'd come back
as your shoe, man.
Your fuckin'
shoe.
I'd be
your deodorant.
Any fuckin'
thing.
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Me too.*
yeah... *
Just keep the Devil down in the hole, man. Down dowwwwwwwn in the hole! *
* Shoe, deoderant? Me, I'd be his hat in a heartbeat.
*, Steven. T.W. should be smiling.
The cap on your pen.
your cigarette case.
*
*
Tom is a genius, a true authentic hero and an incredible poet. He deserves everything.
Shouldn't "you're" be your?
His drunken piano? "Sure, man ... I'll take your blame!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPPtrqvHGEg
Could have sworn I commented on this. Good poem. I like.
Thanks everyone. Not so hard when one is a TW fan, and I detect many here. Good taste people.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77c8qXjypWA
Return to learn contractions in Americanish? Any fucking' thing. Thing is the lost word in English.
Steve, a fan of your work. This one, too! (And a fan of TW- who isn't?) *
Agreed *
* My respect for your respect for T.W.
Or his Emu ....