WINTER I

Walking up the stairs became I, The off day night was finally mine and clocking, finally I was back on the porch and “off”

Inside of no longer the bus rocking and myself balancing and almost jogging, my sit down readiness was “scorching and lightning hot”, I conquered the walk!

Needing only to counter the house locking, with steadiness, My entrance to the garrison against

the blue coldness of winter was something that just had to be hard fought

Teasing me on the “You did it!” suggestions of folk rock 20 minutes later, were the pink and several people album covers of Fairport Convention

Even freezing men, on a music mission, living like a peasant, Like I, loved Sandy D’s voice from the past, the music was about to ease the tension

Right on! Right on!, I said, the two albums were strong, Then went the individual Dylan and Mitchell covers, I was a good brick,

The FC discography marathon, for this lover was the shit

I remember how Sandy Denny sang

I remember how the electricity of coffee also came in range.

I The Good brick Living like a finally perhaps “king bum” had British folk rock going in my favor

I remember how Richard T, Nick D, Ralph M, were also good bricks, Music was my savior

I was finally home and down was my offline walkman mp3 player

I was finally home I could cuss like a sailor

- AD

- 8/25/24

- 12:07pm

WINTER I