Tom-Tom, Tom-Tom, High-Hat

Time’s a comin’ for me to start libatin’;

Not talkin’ about polite north-state boozin’

I’m thinkin’ of having Ol’ Grandad take me here tonight
afterall, ya’ll
last night in the Bayou

Nothin’ but memories and wishes for the next few days

Boom Boom Boom

Blat

And I roll on down the avenue
sippin’ any sorrow left
out of this plastic cup

Got a seat

Got a pretty barmaid lady

Believe Dat…

Believe Dat…

af

(written with pen and paper waitin’ for Kermit)

The preacher man sang
Do Not Judge
        Cause Ya Jus’ Don’t Know

He looked out over the shadowed crowd
but I know he saw all them planks in my eyes

Five Things You Ain’t No Way Changin’
    and let ‘em go
        Ain’t nuthin’ you gunna or can do about ‘em
        So tell ‘em
            BE GONE
        and don’t pay ‘em no more mind.

I closed my splintered eyes and tried to hear his voice
my heart started to pump a little harder
and I yelled
“I Know What’s Right With the World…
And It’s All Up To Me!”

And he preached back
AMEN…And it’s all up to Me

and a homeless lady in the middle of all this
monday music night at the club yells
AND IT’S ALL UP TO ME!

And the band played louder while everyone started to exclaim
their own holy righteousness

And then the preacher man sang
An’ Now, Good Can Come To This World!

And it’s all been right since

af

(written with pen and paper after dba’s with gda)

Sippin’ a latte next to ancient headstones,
a cafe in the center of the dead,
those ghosts who keep recurring,
the one and only thing I know is real in this world.

I have lost my belief in people,
no more curiosity about who they are
why they do
they all seem all too predictable now.

I would rather focus on the dead
the past and the future in one snapshot
each one gone but still here to remind me of what is to come
the ceromony of their circumstance
the ornate home, the quiet and stillness, the respect

They are the sacred grind of existence…

af

(written in a graveyard)

If I were to force myself to think positively
I would say that love is within my reach;
That soon I will realize that love
and start building the life I have been preparing for all these years.

I would make the choices I know I need to make
for my health
for my body
and I would believe in the strength of my mind.

If I were to think positively
I would know that people think highly of me
I would smile more, chat more
I would believe what I already know.

And if I were to think positively right now
I would exclaim
every morning, every night, every moment
“I love my life
I love this life
I love life!”
and I would probably think positively as a result.

af

(written with pen on paper…trying)

wake music joint create

off-balanced cast iron table and chairs
heavy, tied down not for vandals but for
mama nature
damn strong, but my tea’s too hot to drink

the slate is busted up pretty good
walked on by pirates ghosts royalty peasants

nothing is ever touched
nothing fixed
nothing made new
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Gotta get my drink on

Gotta get my smoke on

DBA tonight

Bullets tomorrow

Swing it at the Maple Leaf

even though the Treme feels like home

even though I know I don’t belong

All that never mattered before

I’m here now

Gotta get my drink on

Gotta get my smoke on…

af

(written with pen and paper and dreaming)

Life is damn good

Ain’t no other way to be
an’ nothing wrong ain’t ever gunna happen
as long as a man don’t pay no mind
to nuthin’ he ain’t supposed to.

Focus on what’s important

Jazz

Fried Catfish

Good People

and as long as you wake in the morning
an’ don’t pay no mind to no bullshit

then you learn that special secret

…that life is tasty-damn good

af

(written with pen on paper at Bullet’s)