Poem: Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Something Blues

all we need is an old guitar with at least three strings and a harp to hack away on.

That’s all the makings, now let’s choose our threads,

we’ll need cloth caps, overalls are good, I fancy a rag dangling from my back pocket

If I can see an old hanky hanging low

they’ll know in the crowd that I’m really feeling it, that I mean it too.

Now it’s time to work on…