Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I thought my strings were dead
but it was something in my chest,
so I kept playing that Snow in San Anselmo,
croonin' like a drunken Van Morrison

a madman looking for a fight,
even the massage parlor madam
had turned me away, she sad
there is too much sadness in your eyes

so I headed home to the stand-up bass
and stretched those bastard wires
to the brink of absurdity, the novels
on the shelf vibrated, alive

in their trembling spines....
broken hearts will make you crazy
the blisters on your fingers
tell you this wasn't a dream

I had something to play out
in the dark corner of the room
with violent water 'cross the cheeks...
the light would come when it was ready

Nice---especially

so I headed home to the stand-up bass
and stretched those bastard wires
to the brink of absurdity, the novels
on the shelf vibrated, alive

in their trembling spines....
broken hearts will make you crazy
the blisters on your fingers
tell you this wasn't a dream

I had something to play out
in the dark corner of the room
with violent water 'cross the cheeks...
the light would come when it was ready

Captured well

Wow, Kerouac lives again, though this is even harder and truer to the bone..

Nice.

yes, like this a lot
what irish said, but i like the lead-in, too
wonderful title!
(we'll have your head back thursday
repairs took a little while
since it was foreign-make)

thanx y'all ...enjoyed the comments ( especially Terri that answered the question... )