poetry by j matthew waters

putting the band back together

I keep looking around
wondering when everyone
will wake up from the dead
and get back on with their lives

from what I understand
they’re still putting out live music
on streaming television
the kind where you can
stomp your feet and sing
right along with the band

weatherman says things
aren’t looking so bright
along the eastern shoreline
but we have our eyes cast
on the western horizon
where the sun perpetually sets

somehow we managed
to find ourselves on the same page
bags packed and fleet refueled
next stop isle of rhythm and blues

april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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