Scottland

Would you like some scotch?

I would

Laphroaig?

That’d be great

It’s on the house

Thanks

That was a really nice song
you just sang

Dude, you’re too kind

You’re welcome to play here anytime
and drink what you like
for free

And so Scott drank
for a little while
and then he played some more

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This next song
is about living on the edge
of bed head

And while Scott played
his harmonica
and his guitar
and sang with his heart,
the crowd in the bar
learned a few new words

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That was a great song, man
What tribe are you from?

I’m from the bed head tribe

Right on
Can I buy you a drink?

Sure

And while Scott and the girl
hobnobbed,
the sillage of the song
was replaced by
a new vibration

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Will you sing a little more?
asked the girl

I can do that

And so Scott picked up his guitar
and said,
This next song
is about racing the rain
on a motorbike
at the edge of an advancing cloud
in a lush green valley
as the sun is going down

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Your songs are
poems
They are beautiful,
a panolpy of impressions
Come
There is a space I want to show you

I’ll pack up my things

And so Scott and the girl
said goodnight
to those who remained,
and then they left the bar
and walked
into the night

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