“newspaper days”
back in my
newspaper days
detached objectivity
over drinks
in the ice-cool
air-conditioned
bar and grill
two blocks
city hall
that one horse
town
talk was
all stories
the people
in them
old pol
and the
closet
card player
that bar
never knew
real work
music man
drinking man
keyboard
sober
propped up
by guitar
man
concerned
keyboard
lady
tales
in those
times
not one
of us
in them
unwritten
rule
passed
no legends
here
all of us
young bloods
made reps
bigger
stories
big town
new town
every town
gone
way to
survive
meant
keep fingers
moving
set down
each sound
no
sense making
here
later
discovered
just couldn't
take it
needed own
story
small legend
here
much later
worlds later
few degrees
different
not legend
nor note
taker
new story
here
not really
words
for it
not special
position
wrote my
own story
left
new person
here.