Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
Lucy?
As tired as I am of not having your physical love
in front, all around and over me?
is directly proportional to how tired I am
of playing small ball with these matters I'm working on today.
Nobody.
I mean nobody,
has all these things happen to them,
and them it doesn't play out for his greatness and glory.
It's just not the way it works.
I said things then.
I mean them now.
People can go look.
Only here in a bit?
I'm gonna have somebody else with me.
Know Im doing the right thing Lucy?
You betcha.
In my mind I'm there with you already.
Cause I don't have a choice.
Everything is happening just the way it is supposed to.
I love you sweetheart.
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