Watching Steve Earle at Club Denim in Guelph

If you ate today, thank a farmer.
The word GENTLEMEN in block letters,
glowing in the basement.
The padlocked box, Ribbed with
Raised Spirals for Her Stimulation.
Earle strums like he's drying off his
brushes.
It feels not right to push a mandolin
through the drum trauma of
Copperhead Road.
The old man does the young man's
song.
A metal garbage bin is beaten.
A man rolls onto his back in the road.
Another kneels down to light a smoke.
A woman takes off her glasses to
look at the lenses.
The ride home, on heated seats.