It just quit making noise.
It’s not talking to me
like it used to -
like it did
when my hair was long
and we were working.
I’m going to take it in
when I get back
from Colorado.
I’ll take it to Charley’s
when I get home.
He’ll know what to do.
We used to go together,
everywhere, and some.
It all made sense to me -
I think to you too.
Yes, it did.
When my hair hung long,
you and I were working.
I’m going to take it in
when I get back
from Colorado.
I’ll take it to Charley’s
when I get home.
He’ll know what to do.
_____
Brooks Martin lamenting a lost love
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