BALLAD OF HERMAN DUNE

“Absorb the smart lyrics and tap your feet” - Americana UK

HE WAS THE LAST AMERICAN.

HE SAT ON THE PORCH AND LOOKED UP TO THE

ELECTRIC WIRES AND THE TELEPHONE POLES.

HE COULD NOT READ THE NOTES BUT THE MUSIC

WAS ALRIGHT.

THE EMPTY LOT ACROSS THE STREET LOOKED

EMPTIER THAN IT EVER DID.

THE NEIGHBOR WHO OWNED IT HAD DIED FROM

A TERRIBLE DISEASE AND HIS BUG HAD BEEN

SOLD, OR MAYBE WAS BURIED WITH HIM .

HE THOUGHT HE HATED NAZI VOLKSWAGENS

BUT THIS ONE HAD WON HIS HEART BY HOSTING

LITTERS OF FERAL CATS WITH NO SHELTER.

ONE DAY A BLACK KITTEN HAD CROSSED OVER

TO HIS SIDE AND HE NOW LIVED WITH A WOMAN

AND 3 BLACK FELINES.

SICKNESS WAS EVERYWHERE . HE’D BEEN

SURVIVING ON FRITOS AND MODELOS FROM THE

LIQUOR STORE DOWN THE ROAD, THE LAST

BUSINESS TO MAINTAIN A FACADE OF

NORMALCY- IF YOU WORE A HAZMAT SUIT.

THE OCEAN WAS TOXIC, SO HE COULD NOT SWIM

NOR ENJOY THE BLESSING OF A DOLPHIN

PARADE IN THE MORNING.

A BLACK MAN HAD BEEN MURDERED , AND FOR

SOME , IT SEEMED TO BE A VICTORY .

ALL THE BORDERS WERE CLOSED. HE HAD

ENTERED THE COUNTRY FROM THE EAST WITH

WHAT WAS NOW CALLED “THE LAST WAVE”.

HE THOUGHT OF MILES DAVIS , WHO SAID HE

DIDN’T BELIEVE IN GOING BACK , HE COULD

ALMOST HEAR THE MUTED TRUMPET. THERE

WAS A HUMMING BIRD GOING SOUTH , TOWARDS

THE JACARANDAS AND THE EVERGREEN.

HE CLOSED HIS EYES TO LANA DEL REY IN A

YELLOW ONE PIECE. HE WAS THE LAST

AMERICAN.