Those Kids
Those Kids
Those kids you see busking outside festivals
Grimy bills in the maw of the case
Quarters and dimes on the tongue
Could be as good as anyone onstage
People would pay to see
But somewhere something went awry
Or more likely was never quite there
In the first place though with some
Every now and then someone stops
And listens like someone listening
To something moving in the leaves until
Her friends call her name and she walks on
Yes. It isn’t even a matter of being as good sometimes but a matter of having hit on the right song for one’s own voice. It’s haunting. Having found the right drummer. The right editor. TWILIGHT was rejected 900 times before accepted.