Poem: Terrible Things, Beautiful Melodies, Ugly Truths, Fuck You Tom Waits

We were watching music videos, old concerts – some we’d seen and others we hadn’t – and it was going well, it was good. Until I put on ol’ Tom Waits. And almost as soon as he crooned I felt out of tune with it all. I love Tom Waits. I barely listen to him these days, and now I know why. There he was, all fraud-boho, all fake-hipster, brave though – he c…