The Ballads of Two Thin Men

HUNTINGTON, WV – Had the pleasure of seeing Lyle Lovett and John Hiatt together in concert, two chairs, taking turns, accompanying each other, singing harmony, Hiatt playing leads. If you get the chance and are so inclined, don’t miss it. Well worth it. Had to borrow some words to get this ball rolling again. Thanks for reading, A.S.

 

Heard the ballads of two thin men, yet I’m empty of all words.

For a song that is in search of, a bridge and a third verse.

Now Hiatt he would blues it out, Lyle would take it deep,

The difference would be negligible, their writing not discreet.

 

“She’s no lady,” he proclaims, although she wears his ring,

“She’s my wife,” he coyly lets us in, complete is his slow zing.

That image always makes me smile, unlike the next great find,

Sad to think, without a blink, “She’s already made up her mind.”

 

Johnny tests the great conquest, with this the perfect line,

From narra’tor – “His beer was warmer, than the look in her eye.”

If his “Smashing a perfectly good guitar” don’t tickle,

Neither “Tennessee Plates,” nor “Baby Drive South” – you’re fickle.

 

“Honey it’s so early, we probably shouldn’t speak yet,”

So “I’m gonna wait, just a little bit longer,”

“My Baby Won’t Tolerate” an “Icy Blue Heart,”

So if you failed to Lovett, “It Feels Like Rain,” and “You’re Paper Thin.”

 

© 2017

 

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