Poem: The Best Singers Are The Ones Most People Have Never Heard Of

A poem that is mostly about hearing an unknown singer in a bar.

She sounds a bit like Kristin Hersh, up
there on the stage with not enough
people watching. But if pins dropped,

we’d hear them sharp; loud as scattered
nails. So that’s some form of victory, a
result. No one should do any art for any

reason beyond the need to do it —
beyond the actual reason. If pins
dropped and it was like a hail storm

then that would be the proof of an
incredible bonus. Not a cheque to
cash — but that can’t be the reason.