he told me he got his tone
his sustain listening
to John Mayall & the Blues Breakers
in his parents' house
in the U.P.
and the black wax spun
on the spindle
and his spindly fingers
gripped the neck
and bent the strings
as the ice floes creaked
outside the windows
on the mighty lake
the color of stone
and I heard him
in milwaukee
30 years ago
on a cream colored strat
in a second-floor apartment
overlooking
a lilac tree
in bloom
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