dogtrax

I’m runnin’ out of luck, sings Isbell, and the parking lots are packed ..

— from 'Just as the Darkness Got Very Dark / Another Data Point' by Erika Meitner https://poets.org/poem/just-darkness-got-very-dark-another-data-point

but I've got my windows cracked, better to hear his voice, the sound of someone else's blues

I'm watching doors open, then slam shut, the rhythm of ritual; in here, it's only a guitar,

those six strings of his singing a song of heartbreak, a story of yearning