Small Stone - Jan 11

too much talent to handle

too many people in his head

he left this morning by the back gate

without even leaving his bed

no one around to talk to

not a father, mother, or son

he just drifted out of his bones

and thought, hey dude, I think I’m done

his genius was trapped in a bottle

ever quenching his thirst for a fix

that rusty guitar still stands in the corner

where he left it back in ‘76

move on my friend and be happy

no more wiping the sweat from your brow

sing that song you never could finish

…you never could finish

until now

RIP Rusty