A Downtown Revival
the crunch of guitars
fill the air as the sun
cracks through some
thinning clouds
the rain held off and
made for two glorious
days in a downtown
long since forgotten
i would find myself
under a tree
eyes closed and the
music from the stage
pumping through my
veins
i used to do this
years ago without
the music
under the same tree
but when you stop
doing drugs sometimes
you need a little help
climbing on those old
waves
a sick bass line from
deep in the pocket of
the 70's usually does
the trick
J.J. Campbell lives, writes but mostly dies a little each day on a farm in Brookville, Ohio. He's been widely published over the years, most notably at Chiron Review, Thunder Sandwich, Zygote in My Coffee, and Nerve Cowboy.
the crunch of guitars
fill the air as the sun
cracks through some
thinning clouds
the rain held off and
made for two glorious
days in a downtown
long since forgotten
i would find myself
under a tree
eyes closed and the
music from the stage
pumping through my
veins
i used to do this
years ago without
the music
under the same tree
but when you stop
doing drugs sometimes
you need a little help
climbing on those old
waves
a sick bass line from
deep in the pocket of
the 70's usually does
the trick
J.J. Campbell lives, writes but mostly dies a little each day on a farm in Brookville, Ohio. He's been widely published over the years, most notably at Chiron Review, Thunder Sandwich, Zygote in My Coffee, and Nerve Cowboy.