Shuffle Play

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I played that same old song again today.

The one we used to play

back when the sounds

would find us out,

and things weren’t going our way.

I can’t say

that very much has changed,

except I find the notes

are colder

and the tones don’t sound the same.

I guess I hear it in

a different way.

So many things I sought for comfort

now don’t have a place.

..

I’ve written one or two

new songs since then.

You’ve played a few,

said you were cool with them.

Asked me so casually,

“Where does all this end?”

I wish I knew, my friend.

.

I watched another

winter storm roll in.

Sat there with my whiskey

and my pen

thinking,

“Here we go again.”

Once more into the breach.

Once more around the bend.

.

Maybe the next

is gonna be that one

that carries me off

with the setting sun.

I’ll keep writing songs

until I’m done,

whenever that day comes.

.

That same old song

has given way to new.

So much has gone along

away with you.

I sit watching the storm

and I like the view.

This little interlude.

.

I ask no favors

and I give no change.

Ice on windows,

in my glass

and in my veins.

Another song

to recognize the pain,

in all those yesterdays.

Let’s let tomorrow play.

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HG – 2018