As I walked down the street
looking at the patches of snow and ice
sparkeling in the sun
a garbage truck drove by me
with three men
One driving
two hanging on back
I felt the rubbery feeling
My head was muddy
My vision slightly blurry
My steps now a chore
Not a delight
I made it back home
Tired
Drained
I entered my house
and ran upstairs
and picked up my guitar
and played and played
and played
Horrible sounds
Horribly beautiful sounds
Distortion
Feedback
Chirps
and screeches
My strength returning
with every horrible note