It is unusual to
Receive a missive
From a dead man,
But it can
Happen.
When you
Drop the stylus
Into the groove,
Hear the gramophone speakers
Hiss and crackle,
Moved
By the opening
Trills of
A barrel-house piano,
And the keening voice
Two hundred miles
From turning back,
Two hundred from
Never coming home;
Lone-
some rattle of
A loose snare,
The crunch of a
Vintage Fender,
On your fan letter
A scribbled note
That reads:
‘Return to sender’.
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