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POEM: Hank Williams Played Here

Hank Williams Played Here

Hank Williams played here
on a night just like tonight.

A crescent moon hung in the air
like the whispered promise

spoken by one lover to another
out behind the cinder-block

dance hall. They loved well,
danced better, turning

around the room as Hank sang
about cold hearts and purple skies,

his fingers firm on the steel strings
of his guitar, its painted flames

blazing in the single spotlight.
On this night of all nights,

Hank knew he’d be young forever.
He was right.

21 November 2012
Auburn, AL

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The photo is by Mark Humphrey of the Associated Press.

Published in Music My poems Poetry

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