You might have big plans, but it’s always the little things that stop you. Chuck Berry’s seatbelt that wouldn’t budge or Charles Bukowski’s broken shoelace. Or a bolt that insists on turning a 5 minute job into a 14 hour ordeal. You can’t fight it, these things are everywhere. The best thing you can do is turn it into a song, or a poem, or whatever. Good luck. And may all your bolts, real or metaphorical, come loose, but only when you want them to.

Stuck bolt blues
I got the stuck bolt blues
Stuck bolt blues all night
Stuck bolt blues
I got the stuck bolt blues
Why they gotta make it so tight

Well I started out easy
Tried to mind my manners
Tried talking real nice with
A ball peen hammer
Tried every socket
But it don’t fit right
Scraping up the knuckles
On my right hand

Well I tried to out-think it
Tried a trick from every book
I tried sneaking up on it
When I thought it wasn’t looking
Tried to heat it with a torch
Til it glowed bright red
I told the whole story to the fireman

Well my baby called me up
Said she’s tired of waiting up
And when you coming over
If you are
She said i love you come and get it
I said I’ll be there in a minute
First I got to move this car

Stuck bolt blues
I got the stuck bolt blues
Stuck bolt blues all night
Stuck bolt blues
I got the stuck bolt blues
Why they gotta make it so tight