wilddogmulebone

I’ve been trying
flying down these alleys
for what must be years
trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel
but so far
I’ve seen only hazards and brake lights
and no no resolution.
I have come to no conclusion.
I can’t figure it out
at all.

If you could give me a hint
or a clue
as to why I’m supposed to appreciate Tom Waits
I’ll get on it, like,
right away.
But I don’t get it, man.
Why does he sound like that?
He didn’t always, right?

He made that choice
and he’s selected this
as his art form
and it’s clear
that people understand
and respect him
for what he’s done.
I want to be one of those people
the chosen cognoscenti
who look upon Tom Waits
and nod knowingly,
wisely gazing at his latest work
and saying “genius,”
at just the right time.

Teach me to love him
please
before it’s too late.
I’m sure time’s running out
since, you know,
Tom Waits for no man…
All right. I swear, I’ll stop.

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