Negative Capability Press Poetry Blog

a new music poem

only one of the rock bands
i played in since junior high
had been called chopped liver
but all of them could have been

it took three years of college
to find the right mix of guys
to form a band worth caring about
worth pouring my heart into

we started rehearsals about
a month before i left for oxford
it wasn't long before people
would come over to check us out

drew was one of the regular visitors
sitting there in his standard dress
watching us work to master songs
other bands wouldn't dare

two such songs would become our
trademarks until we wrote our own
boston's foreplay/longtime and
kansas's carry on wayward son

these songs required hours of work
and serious chops singing and playing
but all i can remember now is
watching drew sing along as he listened

carry on my wayward son
there'll be peace when you are done
lay your weary head to rest
don't you cry no more