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*discoteca* (Late At Night) ... 3.20.00

The rattle and hum
That lulls me to sleep
Late at night
The rythmic click of the light
And the ceiling fan chain

Late at night
When the wind blows right
I can hear the freeway
So close
But faraway
I can hear it
Its cars whizzing by
There's no sound more comforting than the freeway

Interstate 10
Runs right by my house
It's with me when I'm home, drifting to sleep
When I was in Arizona
It drifted me to sleep
In the passenger seat of an RV
I stared at it
The freeway
I drifted away...


With Or Without You ... 9.17.99

Sitting in my room
Eating my dinner
I stare at Bono
He is in my room
Completely contained within the television
Singing such a beautiful rendition
I am glued to the screen

I stare at the TV, even as I write
"Yeah we'll shine like stars in the summer night"
A gentle blue light shines up from below
Though a grille it makes a magical glow
His voice is so soothing
I can't stop drooling
He stares at something behind the camera that I cannot see
His eyes look glazed
    Or so it seems
But behind sweet sugar icing
    Sadness lingers (Sadness hides)
        And something gleams

His eyes look glazed, or so it seems...



Stratocaster/Silver Steel ... 7.16.99

A computer plain
Laid with squares
Of green vinyl lines
That stretch beyond

The Stratocaster
A contraption
That sends a wave
Across the plain
To infinity
To eternity

In all directions
It speaks out
It stretches
It sings

It is the wave
That turns the tide
It's beautiful blue
And it is alive

Hello Stratocaster
Have you come to save me?
To deliver me from my pain
And my misery

Hello Stratocaster
You send a message to the world
What it is, though I have yet to know

For the night is black
The vinyl square plain is green
The wave is beautiful blue
And the Stratocaster is in between

Stratocaster,
Your silver steel strings
Slice my delicate fingers
of three silver rings
But I play on
And on...

Through the night I play
Until the break of day
My fingers are bloody
I feel no pain

For the music that flows
is like Spirit
Hath taken a form
That nobody knows

Sprit takes many forms
Sometimes it is the wave
Sometimes it is the plain
Sometimes it is the moon
And it will eventually wane

Only to return
Only to come back
And do it again

I come out of the night
I will play my song
For the night is dark
And the nigth is long

Your silver steel strings
Are stained with the blood
That is my life
That sings through the night

My Stratocaster
is baby blue
It sings loud and clear
And it sings true

The pain I feel
Is pain that will heal
It's only my skin
And silver steel

The pain I don't feel
Is pain that won't heal
Because my heart is numb
Like silver steel

I am the spirit
That moves on the moment
I am the wave
That is not cast away
Cast away

Stratocaster
 
 

All poetry ©1999 Laura Hutchinson