i used to have
a harmonica
it wasn’t punk rock
but
it was in black sabbath
so i didn’t really care
what anyone
thought about it

then
i forgot about it
moved to texas
gave up
on the dream
of being
a famous musician

hard to be
a musician
when you don’t play
an instrument
just sing badly

so i ordered
a new harmonica
tonight

i figure
i write stuff
no one cares about
yet i still dream
of writing
why can’t i have
a second dream
as well

of laying
in the grass
next to her
watching the fat clouds
float by
while playing the harmonica
for her

she won’t care
if my playing
sucks
or my writing
sucks

because

she loves me
and she knows
i do them both
for her