Nassau Rocks
for John Nutt
& for Jerry Cash
on his birthday

out of his mind for music
lost his mind
but does he mind,
instead he has found music

enough to fill him up
like daily bread

music’s prayer
it’s food and drink
it’s what he thinks

he inhales, he exhales
he sweats it out,
sneezes or spits

his music’s it
wants nothing besides

beside his bed,
a pad for sad songs

to set to rock music
when he gets up

lights his guitar afire
come by, watch it blaze

you’d miss it
if you come too late

all his dates are with music
rocks Nassau with it


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
1:56 a.m. 10.02.08