Whenever the band warmed up,
they played covers of other artists’ songs.
Imagine a folk band,
lead singer barefoot, with almost-obligatory long
Joni Mitchell hair,
pounding their way through Nine Inch Nails.
Afterwards, blinking in astonishment
at their own ferocity,
they asked the sound engineer:
“How was that?”
No one had the heart to say
‘so much better than anything else you play’.
The band readied their Peter, Paul and Mary playlist,
never knowing they were really
This poem came from a prompt on the Poets and Storytellers United website, where the writer talked about singers and bands covering songs. I’m a bit of a fan of covers. The prompt reminded me of the time I was in the room where a folk band was warming up.