Dream the Album Release #10

In the basement bar where they'd managed 
to hoist down an avocado green rusted pick-up truck 
to authenticate the hoot and holler of a hootenanny,
Alex Battles was launching a new banjo album 
and I sat on a tall bar stool that twisted and twisted
until I was dizzy on cheap booze and Battles cries. 
I kept trying to call you, but there was no service, 
just a blank screen that flashed a bright gray
and seemed to indicate that I was invisible.