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Listen here.

A few years ago I found a cassette tape in my father’s truck
Among maps and ballpoint pens, papers and gloves
napkins.
The Smiths
The Queen is Dead
I’m sure it was
harvested from our high school leftovers that eventually became CD’s that should have become albums. But didn’t.
I don’t think we listened to it
Or if my father even knew what it was.
But I knew what it was.
Frankly Mr. Shankly There is a Light That Never Goes Out

I had an 8 track player.
The Panasonic Dynamite 8.
Red.
and
Questionable taste in music, 8 tracks.
the Bay City Rollers
the soundtrack from Star Wars was the best this 10 year old could do
actually pretty good when you think about it.

Then
my mother loved Neil Diamond.
and still loves.
And lately bluegrass.
There was Cherry Cherry on her 8 track
and a John Denver record she played on the giant stereo.
The same one where we played her old Elvis Records
And danced around the living room
My sister and me.
On that old gold shag carpet.

On Saturdays we had top 40 songs from beginning to end.
1975 David Bowie was there.
Fame.
I had no idea.
no idea.
Really no idea.

Then.

When I was 24
I jumped on stage and kissed Bob Dylan on the cheek
I thought life didn’t get any better than that
propelled
like a rocket.
By the music and the help of helping hands
toward that voice I loved so much.
bolero jacket
Red.
And when it was over
He told me to be good.
You be good now, you hear.
Bob Dylan said that
to me.
And I said
Ok.

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