Travelling is always a great writing stimulus. I find myself much more inspired in new surroundings. I suppose its the novelty, the newness of everything. Here's a poem about being on a train.
the torch singer on the train
belts out another power ballad
with the energy of one
who has nothing else to lose
the carriage smells of weed
combined with the heat of our pressed bodies
he aims to hit that final note
but misses by a mile
smiling he passes around the hat
changes trains at the next station
to be replaced by an old man with a guitar
who plays sixty second versions of songs
that have half his audience singing along
and so we continue on to Barcelona
Yes it really did happen like that. Catalan trains tend to have musicians on them. I heard a good sax player on a train on the same trip. I hope I have struck the right note with this poem. I do not want to mock the singer, he was just trying to get by as are we all.
Here The Growling Tiger from the 1930s with a song about trying to get by. Some things never change.
Until next time.
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