At the end of the season, all that matters is how many you had.
How many of them were doubles? Triples? Homers?
How many of them won you the series… in the bottom of the 9th?
With the winning run at the plate…

After the band breaks up, all they’ll remember is how many you had.
How many made it to the top of the chart?
How many were about love? How many pushed sonic or philosophical boundaries?
How many times did you have to play them to sold out arenas in Texas or the mid-west?
How many more times will you have to play them on the reunion tour?

At the end of your career, all of them will take their toll on you.
On your mind. Each hard punch you took to the head.
How many were for victory? How many were unnecessary?
How many made you bleed? How many concussions did you see?
Is the dementia setting in now? Is this all that remains at the end of the last fight?

Just needed…one…more…now.


Andrew Borne is 2 Cups Poet 1 teaspoon Musician 1/4 teaspoon Salt 1/2 cup Absurdity 3/4 cup Chef 1 egg, beaten 2 1/3 cups Family Man. Mixed together and served raw. His column appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.