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Stay On The Road
'Stay On The Road' By: Jonathan Brown
You can usually measure my level of sanity by how my fingernails are. And right now my right pinky is a tortilla chip dipped in open-cut salsa. Don't ask me if my poems are true, I'm not a good liar. This is an open letter to my father:
Dear dad, I'm back stage pacing, bighting heavy a breath, lips stuck to teeth, my own leather tongue for breakfast. And a lung-full of smoke at lunch by the time dusk fades into night my time card is punched: Another night at the mike and its time to go to work. Hey but I'm just one of many word-smiths, ...