Born To Run Poem by John F. McCullagh

Born To Run

Rating: 3.5


I’ve seen him play a dozen times,
watched him strike that familiar chord.
He’s never lost the joy of youth
as he starts, again, his song.
Others might go through the motions,
bored to death with the hits they play
Springsteen lives within the moment
until the last notes fade away.
Like Derek Jeter on the base paths
Or, if I might steal DiMaggio’s line,
Springsteen plays on for the fan
who’s seeing him for the first time.

Friday, April 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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Though the shadows deepen, Stars defy Time's attempts to define them.
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