All those others
Standing around
Sardonic smiles
And obsidian eyes
My back bent and breaking
Under the strain
Of Fender Strat
And Blues Deluxe
And a hundred chords,
And riffs and licks
Earlier, the glances,
The nod.
The flirt
And hints at even
more than that
But in the end
A key to a room
Where the janitor sleeps
Vacuum cleaner
screaming
Against my thin door
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
All those others
Standing around
Sardonic smiles
And obsidian eyes
My back bent and breaking
Under the strain
Of Fender Strat
And Blues Deluxe
And a hundred chords,
And riffs and licks
Earlier, the glances,
The nod.
The flirt
And hints at even
more than that
But in the end
A key to a room
Where the janitor sleeps
Vacuum cleaner
screaming
Against my thin door
