#Poem There’s Nothing on Telly

This area’s all digital now,
my old TV crying static.

Earlier, I was well juiced
but I cracked into more wine
wrote a solo for the guitar,
it went just the way I wanted.

I’m not sure what scale or mode or musical genre
it might belong to
but that doesn’t matter, not really,
except I hear a wise voice
and it wants me to explore market potential.

I fiddle with the TV again –
nothing to watch –
nothing but me.

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