Matt Smythe
GOD BLESS BLUEGRASS
thank fucking god for that guitar
making the most of his chance in hell
whiskey with two ice cubes
amphetamine fiddle and
impossible banjo run
lightning-strike tiptoes
I can’t hear fast enough
mando and fiddle double-barrel
even the tambourine
jangling its tin cup
another two fingers and two ice cubes
her coal-glow look in the crowded bar
there was no way I could’ve given first
and no way I couldn’t return
lyrics that narrate the rest of my night
right down to shoes under the bed
and the cold gray light of dawn
one more time I nod
whiskey with two ice cubes
because rocks is pretentious
and neat is a shot
let’s be honest