F W Finney
Memory Of A Mojo Filter (For Bob Woodbury) - Poem by F W Finney
the dusty, dank and
catacombs piled with coffined spirits,
wine, and beer
where under a naked light bulb’s
we tuned guitars
and raked our hair
in a dungeon they called our dressing room.
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