Bono in the Car

Can’t keep Bono in the car for too much longer.

It’s a warm day, getting warmer.

I can’t let Bono get overheated, not on my watch.

He was good enough to come with me,

make himself available.

It’s my fault.

I should have gone to the library AFTER

I had done my grocery shopping

but I was excited. The book had just come in.

What if someone nicked it?

After all, the book is in high demand.

53 requests for it when I put my name down

and only 5 copies.

Bono would have been proud.

And I want to get home quickly and start getting into it,

before the heat starts curling the pages,

and Bono starts sweating.

I’ve seen him live, the sweat oozing out of him.

It’s a bloat of a book at 563 pages.

I hope he’s good at prose writing as he is

in writing songs.

But first there’s these veggies to get.

Hang on, Bono. Won’t keep you waiting long

*pic courtesy of pinterest

28 thoughts on “Bono in the Car

  1. Ha John, so judging from your comments, you didn’t get into Bono’s book.

    I must say … I’m not too surprised only because I’ve read interviews with him and he tends to go on a bit, not that it’s always an indication of his writing. The other artist I adore but whose book isn’t all that engaging is Elvis Costello. It just tells me that great songwriters aren’t necessarily great book writers. The two disciplines are vastly different, right? πŸ˜€

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