Friday, January 11, 2013

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

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