Packaged Tatter Poem by Daylan Rhea

Packaged Tatter



You think it’s cool.
And I think it’s cool to have a Guitar that has been through more than me and you.
It’s true.

You think it’s cool.
But I see straight through the packaged tatter on your shoes.
The blues are being misused; the youth could use some real dirt on their shoes.

Sleeping in the sun bringing back the good ol’ days.

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