NEW TUBES plugging in the 1955 Gibson amp with its new tubes and playing through it a sound out of an age I lived in as a child ignorant, fearful, loving in my cupped hands the harmonica I hold it to me like ripe fruit or a drink of water I purse my lips for an aching wind I shake the pit of my belly to increase its sorrow I open my ears to 1955 and the unfinished world I get all the way through the changes I am on the turnaround now the turnaround and I ride it for all it's worth