Sandbar friend and regular Devin- fondly known to us as Devo- graduated and left town last summer. But before she moved away, she wrote this poem for Dave.
He moves through the door
Like a calm cool breeze
The bar responds with a roar.
His gentle presence brings us ease.
He's got some new deal,
Some project he's been working on.
He'll listen to your spiel,
Even if it's a total bomb.
"Hey- how tall is that guy?"
Some drunk broad asks.
He doesn't come to work in a tie,
In height glory he basks.
In only a minute he'll fix your scooter.
If you're a butthead, he won't be ruder.
We're all lucky to know the Big Wave.
He might throw you out, if you misbehave.
He gets real psyched for a hurricane.
When he's tending bar the tips rain.
On your birthday he makes you feel glorious,
When you work with him, it's never laborious.
I'll never forget my times at Sandbar-
Okay, well some of 'em.
Those are the best by far,
And it's totally because of him.
I don't think even I could have written such a nice poem about Dave. Thanks, Devo. We miss you.
I don’t think Faust has anything to worry about. Miss the Devo, tho.
Debster– I feel published. I’ve finally made it!
P.S. Sandbar, I will see you TONIGHT!!!
P.P.S. The Halloween album is the sweetest thing I have ever seen– and when were Blair & Dave- Devo? It’s like they worshipped me before they met me…
TRIPLE P.S. brother pants loves my work.
<3 u!!
congratulations, you are now a published poet.
blair and dave were devo back in 2006. danny then borrowed the costume so he could be devo with sellout.
see, everyone worships you! see you tonight.