Is it heavy feed-back from a rusty guitar pick-up?
Or some squeaky factory line,
Way out towards Flint?
Dusting off old records,
Letting the needle murder the nighttime
silence,
Heavy and tinny, that Detroit sound
Still cuts me up and gets me moving,
Even during a freezing Ohio night.
I can only imagine how cold it is up north,
and if that Detroit sound feels as good
as it does down here.
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