Hudson Chronicles

This Chair

One red chair
Made not too loose
Made to withstand me
And my muse

This chair is a comfort
This chair treats me right
When I sneak up on it
And sing in the night

This chair is inanimate
But moves in my room
This chair is a comfort
When I’m in my gloom

I sit and strum Dylan
Or Guthrie and Waits
I sit and strum loudly
Till the dogs I awake