Joey couldn’t hear himself

thinking or speaking

Over the concert goers

or screaming guitars

So he walked outside & sat in his car

He loved the music but it was way too loud

& he was never one anyway to do well in crowds

By:J.N.R Dutton

Indelible Impressions

1977, a plane was going down, 

Headed like a wrecking ball

for the Mississippi ground

Several musicians in their prime 

Doing everything they could to get out of it alive

I wasn’t even born yet,

but I’ve heard about it enough times

Things like that tend to haunt the mind,

I found it absolutely terrifying

It is one of the prime reasons for my own fear of flying

By:J.N.R Dutton