Muted Trumpets Sounds, Mr. Mann

In the old music sincerity prevailed.
Undying love haunting the back story.
Transience obliterated. Men and women
wailing. Demon lovers. So give me
the Duke of Earl, he said. The harp
cutting your heart in half. Marriages
made to be broken. Peggy Sue. Music
betraying every day. In Chicago the Blues
are burned into the sidewalk. You walk
on blood and bone. Any kind of weather
for kick-ass death. Lie down now.
Turn your face to the sky. Make every
sound the last. Open any vein.