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That steel guitar has cried it's last.. a shrill twang that faded into a chasm... I followed that last bitter note until my legs struck. A sharp crack.. As they tangled in a heap of vinyls and plastic cassettes. Scratches.. white noise.. the film pulled out and tangled in a ball. Not that it matters , for the only phonograph is missing a needle... and Post Malone is stuck in the deck! A recording from the Opry... The Opry? No.. No...NO! Not the Opry... It must be mislabeled! I must have screamed for hours as I played it over... and OVER! 'The Grand Ole Opry welcomes....' CRASH the stereo hits the pavement as it shatters into tiny fragments that fall neatly back into their original configuration. 'The Grand Ole Opry welcomes...' I ran... I ran... but it followed... and it consumed... all. ©Nathan A. Brock 2024
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Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 4:53 PM UTC
You Ain't Lookin' at Country
That steel guitar has cried it's last.. a shrill twang that faded into a chasm... I followed that last bitter note until my legs struck. A sharp crack.. As they tangled in a heap of vinyls and plastic cassettes. Scratches.. white noise.. the film pulled out and tangled in a ball. Not that it matters , for the only phonograph is missing a needle... and Post Malone is stuck in the deck! A recording from the Opry... The Opry? No.. No...NO! Not the Opry... It must be mislabeled! I must have screamed for hours as I played it over... and OVER! 'The Grand Ole Opry welcomes....' CRASH the stereo hits the pavement as it shatters into tiny fragments that fall neatly back into their original configuration. 'The Grand Ole Opry welcomes...' I ran... I ran... but it followed... and it consumed... all. ©Nathan A. Brock 2024
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Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 4:53 PM UTC
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