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Three Line Lunch: Listening to Neil Young in the Car
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 299
Listening to Neil Young in the Car (Cinnamon Girl)
In such command of the colors of his instrument:
His electric broad, heavy and deep; his acoustic strung with sunlit sand.
His voice shot through with light, thin reed floating on water.
Perfect
Perfect
I think you're my cinnamon-sugar girl, are you not?
I think you're my cinnamon-sugar girl, are you not?