Willie Barry on Guitar at Beans in the Belfry, Brunswick Maryland photograph by John Canan January 2017

Clouds, charcoal chalk lines wriggling across the sky. 
The old paperbark basket sits in the corner by the fireplace

The radio its brass knobs and a dulled wooden sheen
Not stories of yesteryear or of adventure in your arm-chair
No, the stories were traded in the navel-gazing bull market on a virtual square
Popularized friendships all are we; and none are ever known to be. 
The social paint of humanity peeling from weather and neglect
Dare we say-not this speckled Chameleon of progress. 

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