The aroma of a fuzz guitar
is what I am craving now
The sun is hovering above
My enthusiasm is ebbing
I need a kick start alarm
I need a smile inducer
Give me something loud
Give me something raw
Give me some honesty
Give me rock and soul
I need a heavy handed push h
for me to get in the car
I need something to make
me bang on the steering
wheel with gusto today
The 405 is a parking lot
The 101 is a wasteland
The stereo is now blaring
The guitar is out of tune
But I'm attuned to its truth
My tie no longer suffocates
My razor burn now forgotten
The paycheck is in sight
The elusive weekend looms
