My Answer To A Request By Rosanne Cash To Sit In For A Performance At The Rubin Museum Of Art
I’m flattered of course
but I must confess
I don’t play guitar
or a wind instrument
the nylon strings of the Silvertone
I practiced on
a cats cradle beneath
my fumbling fingers
the school trumpet
that always left me
kind of blue.
Let me be up front about
my limited vocal range
pathetic inability to carry
a tune in a bucket amplified
by a fear of public speaking
a crippling shyness going back
to my peripatetic youth.
But I can see you won’t take
no for an answer, not surprising
you, daughter of the Man In Black
me, a man possessed
of subtle dormant talent
waiting only for a spotlight
stool and tambourine.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
My Answer To A Request By Rosanne Cash To Sit In For A Performance At The Rubin Museum Of Art
I’m flattered of course
but I must confess
I don’t play guitar
or a wind instrument
the nylon strings of the Silvertone
I practiced on
a cats cradle beneath
my fumbling fingers
the school trumpet
that always left me
kind of blue.
Let me be up front about
my limited vocal range
pathetic inability to carry
a tune in a bucket amplified
by a fear of public speaking
a crippling shyness going back
to my peripatetic youth.
But I can see you won’t take
no for an answer, not surprising
you, daughter of the Man In Black
me, a man possessed
of subtle dormant talent
waiting only for a spotlight
stool and tambourine.
