
Life
And Then There's This... Sometimes I Think in Poems
THE BANJO IS A RUBE The banjo is a rube, long-necking into town and defensively keyed up to glib impertinence. It is the village infidel, wise-cracking the bowed heads, plucking from crinkled knees to tapping toes the Sunday zombies into sin. It is a guerilla, starved down to the desperate