"Earplugs"

Yup. I’m getting old. Yup yup.

Earplugs

© 2002 Brian Hutzell

I hear a racket

      getting louder

Disturbing me

      breaking the peace

That isn’t music

      it isn’t art

Just crashing cars

      smashing guitars

      and honking geese

Now I’m hearing

      a strange voice

That sounds like mine

      but cannot be

The voice of wailing

      and gnashing teeth

An ass braying

      stubborn complaining

My denim jacket

      fits no longer

Every part of me is expanding

      except my mind

Don’t understand

      young people's music

Still I’m refusing

      to believe

      that voice is me

a much younger me, with Berklee roommate Tom