Day Like Johnny Cash

A little poem, for finishing out the semester on:

Today was a day like Johnny Cash
started out talking, smoothlo
stacatto
sure.

But then the curtain pulled in and
I was lying on the floor
The room spun and
I couldn't find my guitar.

Today was a day like Johnny Cash.
There was that time I put my fist
up in his mouth and shouted
HOW DO YOU DO?

And there was that other time
I walked the line.
It doesn't seem like it but
I struggle to make up my mind.

Today was a day like Johnny Cash
and I'm the one that survived.
I'm the one for whom things
is easy.
I've got June, a place, my faith.

Today was a day like Johnny Cash.
When it all came to pass anyway and
my voice rumbled low and
my fingers played the train and
only the beat noticed
and went on.