I wonder in the tiny night-morning hours
If the Ethiopian coffee tonight, ours,
In the shop of folks getting ready for church
Was worth the sleeplessness and the lurch
And the seamless trip between sleep and
Dreams. Except I got to see Tom Morello
Of Rage Against the Machine sing with
Bruce Springsteen Waitin’ on the Ghost of
Tom Joad and then John Forgerty sing
I Ain’t No Fortunate Son.
I damn sure ain’t no lucky one.
But you see I am the lucky one.
My soul rests, happy with our long talk.
I think God gave me these songs of prayer
And supplication for a world she wants us
To build with her help. Trying, Lord, trying
Just sung or played ain’t that the point?
Music is transcendent, taking us to the pain
And/or joy of our fellow souls sun or rain.
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