The Innisfree Poetry Journal

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by Richard Peabody

NOTHING LIKE A COUNTRY BASSIST

Being a country bass player
must be the dullest
job in the world.

Just watch their hands.

Thump, thump
thump, thump
thump thump thump.

They spend their lives
lost in the glow of divas
or Nashville guitar wizards.

They get replaced by
rhythm machines and
keyboard tracks.

They're always the youngest
guy in the band

or the oldest.

What would happen if
you put 3-4 of them on stage

at the same time?

Who would be left to sweep up
and switch off the lights?





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