SXSW
Austin Texas
Each March they come like lemmings
to be crowned in the pageant like a blue suede king
eyes caught
from the fading day
by the end of the week
the BOOM BOOM BOOM
on the
drums
of the ears
the guitars preened like
birds of paradise
wait in the sun
for their
shot
at
fame and
beyond
then
we sleep all the way home
through the mountains
and unload
the van
and wait
for
it
to
come again
