Poem: True Sensations

A poem about the mundane memories music can trigger, and how special that is — even if the memory is only so-so

A busy week, I feel my back with stress; not
a good sign — last week it was my birthday,
but this is the real proof of age. I’m on the
bus, Lou Reed in my ears, singing What
Becomes A Legend Most — is that his most
underrated song? Totally slept on. I bought
the album in 1993, the day of the U2 concert.

We listened to “Legend” for the first time,
and lost our minds. Later that night, Bono
would duet with big-screen Lou on a
capable version of Satelite of Love.

On the bus to work, my back still hurts.
They say you’ll end up paying much later,
for the actions you take. But I’m grateful for
music that forever triggers memories.
True sensations…