Poem: Making American Recordings
Johnny Cash and his guitar in a room, with the ghosts
of the men he used to be. That’s the way to make
new history. Take the last quarter century and put it
in the bin. Make the song the thing. Make it
the only thing. Let the song ring out its truth. Let
the song sing. Music finds its way out. Truth knows
the way back in. Journeys on trains. Waving in tunnels.
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