I think the songwriters I really like
are merely poets who can carry a tune.
That is, sing on key.
I’m okay with that.
But I concede that I am a poet by default.
When cornered by a question when I was a featured poet,
I stumbled to name my favorite poets.
Out poured the names Mary Oliver, Wendell Berry, Walt Whitman and Langston Hughes.
Before I was able to breathe, I was asked to name more woman poets.
I panicked. I said Joni Mitchell, Rickie Lee Jones, and Laura Nyro.
I had been found out.
The cat was fully out of the bag.
I stammered, and for men, I love Dylan, John Prine, Kris Kristofferson, Guy Clark…(dot, dot, dot)
And I could’ve gone on and on and on.
But I didn’t because I was interrupted by a hilarious heckler,
“What’s the matter? Can’t you sing?”
NOPE
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