Brunch of Champions
Footwork First! Tight spin and cat-gut later. That’s what Coach used to say. Be the ball.
Off the cuff, off the hook, sometimes off the chain. In the right place at the right time with a pen in hand and enough head space to run. Usually a short riff but a rant or recollection could go off sideways. Hang on tight.
Footwork First! Tight spin and cat-gut later. That’s what Coach used to say. Be the ball.
Flash. Bang. Shadows lingering.
Happy Inktober First!
I was just thinking…kick pedals & a throne.
I scoop the cat turds twice a day because I know cats will tattle.
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…
Catchin’ outta Cancatchasee
Ramblin’ on ’bout eternity
Hobo #23 comin’ down the tracks at me
“Candy?”
“Yes.”
“I love writing in the rain.”
“‘Tis better than wild fires.”
We’ll edit later says a poet to a painter, now let’s go paint.
Some lyrics in search of a bass line at the Nutjobbers’ Ball.