Poem: I’m Drunk On Lucinda Williams

I’m drunk on Lucinda Williams. Smashed on a glass of Karl Blau. I filled my cup with Richard Thompson. I drank down all of Ashleigh Young’s essays, returned with shots of Sly Stone. But I was on my own.

So back to Lucinda, she croaked and creaked in the Hickory Wind, and I felt that sway as the Drive-By Truckers took me the rest of the way.

I’m scotched u…