downstairs from the magic stick
john dorsey
written 11/27/04
the music has faded but
this dirty blonde keeps
groovin’ to the knack
like it’s still 1979 wearing a misfits
patch on her denim jacket and a
weathered button with a smiling picture
of jimmy carter licking his
lips at mr.
peanut
it’s cold and rainy and i’m
sitting there drinking a bud light
just a little too fast cuz marie’s gotta split
thinking about how i’m told
the beatles never played here
but the beat goes on with or
without john lennon that’s the truth
i already know my birthday’s gonna
suck next year i light
a candle for
tradition
