Punk Poem by Hudley April /2020
A great dream last night
Those best feelings
of hanging with your favorite band
Touring as they were
Family and friends were nearby
Chris Bailey was sweet
His lovely sly grin shone my way
as he looked at me
a rich heavy Irish accent
formed few words
“I’ll see ya tomorrow!” I said.
Adoringly glowing a depth of love
and mutual respect
John and I left the band
until tomorrow’s show.
We walked by waving
At Nathan Jones
We walked by a
large window coffee shop on the Blvd.
There Ed Kuepper sat alone.
Having a cup of coffee and a smoke.
Standing in front of a backstage club,
I looked at the band’s list.
Many names flew by
Under crew – stage
I saw Holly Cornell.
John pointed it out
Feeling a joy
Only a favorite band
could give ya
We will be there
early tomorrow.
To help and see the band.
