Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Word & Question, Again

I promise I'm working on prose things too. But until they are ready, I want to make sure I get this one up before the end of the month.

Word: Inheritance
Question: What was your first concert?

"Come along," said my roommates
So we did, my lady and I
Across the border, into another state
To hear songs I didn't know too well
A few I did, "Broken Road" for one
Before it was stolen by others to sell
And turned into a country song

They saved the best for last, of course
Played Bojangles for their encore
And a song by that other Band
The plain one, without the Nitty and Gritty
"The Weight" with a bit of Dirt thrown in

An inheritance of song followed us home
Back across the border, through a blinding storm
My lady at rest upon my shoulder

1 comment:

  1. +JMJ+

    That was my question! =D (And my own answer would have been Duran Duran.) I had to do some online research to figure out which band you meant. And now I'm listening to The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's Broken Road.

    Surprisingly, this question about some literal music has yielded a poem that doesn't sound like song lyrics. (Remember when you couldn't write one that didn't suggest music to us?)