For Heaven's Sake

Erica Kaufman

been on tour since December 1967.
it's 8:10 PM.  He bashfully smiles
on stage, chocolate calves peeking out
of his blue batik dashiki.
this song haunted me for four years.
ripping the fret board, rapping the strings,
ears arguing because of the roundness of the room.
she hid the light ad the light hid her and
it didn't matter what you thought as 
long as you were thinking,
seated in the bleachers of a foreign gymnasium,
transported to a foreign dimension of folk.

I got my grandma's records.
it's good to be anywhere.