Poetry

Dead Radios (soundtrack to a revolution) – Jay Levon

The soundtrack to my revolution
will be Buddy Holly
played on a truck-stop juke-box
from 1950’s America.

The Unholy Ghost of Hank Williams
singing from that high-lonesome place
of opiates and rot-gut whiskey,
and sweet, supple Audrey.

The devil-rasp of the great Howlin’ Wolf
as he lead us through
the hell-towns of the steamy delta
and across blood-soaked killing floors.

And Cash singing a Reznor song,
and a train song,
and a pain song,
and a cracked hymn to second-shot redemption.

Robert Johnson.
Patsy Cline.
Kurt Cobain.
Elvis baby.

The soundtrack to my revolution
will be filled with ghostly reverb,
and sticky, greasy blues licks
played on out-of-tune guitars.

The bombs will be bursting in air
but this revolution will not be televised
it will, however, be broadcast
on a million dead radios.

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