The polished geniuses on TV talked relativity the day my favorite chili joint closed down. Rumors say it’ll be resurrected someday inside a luxury condo retail office project, which just reminds me of the punk clubs of my youth—old warehouses now torn down as the knights of progress routed the nights of rock n roll, leaving behind one faint note, the endless sustain of a beautifully overdriven pawn shop guitar fading forever beneath silent city stars, a ripple in passing gravity waves.
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James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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I love that juxtaposition of the polished TV folks & the devastating loss of the chili joint!
Thanks, Carolee.