Poem: I Used To Like Bruce Springsteen Until I Listened Very Closely

Bruce Springsteen mincing hard, a grinning, gurning clown, sweating bullets to let you know he means it – that dull rasp of a voice,

no actual bark, even less bite. He’s written some gems, a small handful, but I couldn’t ever let it be thought that I didn’t love

some of what he’s done. Though line him up next to Paul Kelly and it’s baffling to think of on…