Bluegrass Dreadnought

Photo by Tony Rojas on Unsplash

I can still see her in the sound
Sitting across the barrel top table at the Whiskey Jar
With apple butter hush puppies
And the dying halo of a Charlottesville sunset
In her auburn eyes

Yet it is not enough to hear and believe
I want this sound to come from me
This merciful sound must come from me

I must learn to play and sing