Roughage

Roughage.

Like Tom Waits’ voice.

The grit and gristle of life.

The rumble tumble.

The rush and the roar.

Like Xmas. New year.

The whirligig and whoopsie cushion.

You’re on it, babe.

There’s no getting off,

You wouldn’t want to.

It’s the roughage that stirs things up.

That lets you know you’re alive.

Like them Brooklyn Girls on the downtown train

and you’re shining like a new dime.

*pic courtesy of pinterest

*lyrics tom waits

18 thoughts on “Roughage

  1. Ah yes… texture – the thing we crave and dread because we don’t know if it will be sandpaper or velvet. I’m not very familiar with Tom Waits’ music but I like how you’ve entwined the quality of his voice and lyrics in here.

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