IN THESE WANING DAYS (THIS AIN’T NO COUNTRY WESTERN SONG)

by Bill Nevins

Dream over rover. Startled awake:

Maybe I have got it all wrong, all these years of atheist assurance

 maybe a tiny thing–god or devil–does slouch towards us to be born

 in an electromagnetic pulse- storm

 as

Iceland is struck by tsunami! 

I shuddered to imagine that view

but then a triple-shot of bourbon neat 

and like Kenny Brown I knew the blues true

 and went back down into comforting sleep, deep: 

American music always pulls us through–how about you?