Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Love of Sports
On an almost worn out cassette tape,
Huey sang me his heart and soul,
Capturing my life and easing my pain
In bluesy harmonica and retro harmonies,
Showing me the heart of rock and roll was still beating
Even in my small Midwestern town.
Music has moved on since then, evolved,
But a few minutes of listening
Has me walking on a thin line.
If this is it,
What passes for music today,
I want a new drug.