“Ode on the Guitarist for a Filipino Cover-Band”
Rocking ‘n’ rolling within the infinitely-known,
Your perfect copy stuns the man in the trucker hat
Who can’t make Buckcherry sound like that
With his drunken buddies in the garage at home.
Slyly, you slide to an even lower note
One beat just a little late —
A move that few appreciate.
Your own daring lunge — undertaken alone.