Wine, Food, Fire, Radio

First weekend of a New Year

Shopping for wine

Shopping for food

Opening the wine

Opening the food

Drinking the wine

Cooking the food

So many addictions

So little time

Bringing the wood in

Lighting a fire

Watching the flames

Adjusting the dry maple

So it burns like Neil Casady

Turning on the radio

Listening to the night music

Listening to the Gibson guitar

Listening to the midnight voices

From Knoxville, Tennessee

The alcohol began to effect us all

From Dope City to Lookout Mountain

It all ended with Bing Crosby singing a song

Finished my wine

Turned off the radio

Climbed under the covers

And dreamed about the

Motherfucking Underwear Bomber

Sometimes all the

Good wine

Good food

Good fire

Good radio

Cannot erase the white fear of

A black man with a bomb in his pants