"Vic Chesnutt is in Florida" - Zach Mitcham
I'm driving where I don't want to go,
and it's like you know,
the rain hiss off my wheels must
be covered up, so I turn you up,
which I must do, surely from time to time,
and think of you on the interstate
to Florida, where you hit those nails on the head.
The sparse piano fills every corner of your new high ceiling,
and your guitar is a painted face toweled clean
at the sink. I am a wretched voice with you,
chilled but loud in my soul,
which is just a car, and a fog
needing my sleeve to see the lines.
All I want is to turn around. The place I'm going
doesn't want me either. I'm off key with you, holding on
to your real aching line, respect to the man
who goes to where he wants to be, even if, even if.
photo of Vic Chesnutt by Óscar Garcia.
Tomorrow January 6 is Word of Mouth's annual music + poetry evening. Open mic readers who would like musical accompaniment [acoustic instruments, five-minute limit requested] should arrive at The Globe early to discuss arrangements. Open mic poetry is always welcome. Sign up begins approximately 7 pm.