I woke up
on an unfamiliar couch
and the only thing I could hear
was Jerry Garcia,

singin' Ripple

-

The soundtrack to crushed beer cans everywhere
and ashtrays overflowing with resin-caked roaches

(amongst various other things)




I knew

Then
& There




This was what God sounded like
after a long, hard day on the job



I closed my eyes and went back to bed