Tom Petty died last night.
The walls of our home were paneled and
hung with concert posters in cheap frames.
I sat on the green vinyl couch
from grandma and grandpa’s basement and
you laid on the good one
while we got stoned and listened to records.
I’d describe old cartoons,
the kind where animated lines
followed the music and
you’d know what I meant by it.
I hated the incense you burned but
you always ordered the pizza.
Tom Petty died last night
and there are strangers in our living room.
written 3 october 2017