INTO TOWN, YET...
...sometimes love these spiral nights of knowing after work i'll be heading northbound, especially after 3 at midnight, missing all those drunks...being alluded to but not yet restrained to my own conversation...highway thoughts...a voice that comes to me in mumbles...
...and at the point of arrival...she has the restaurant planned..i'll be anxious to shoot for the drinks after a midnight's worth of insomnia and head to her place talking tongues in poetry...usually goes that way when i have not slept a wink...
...AND SO, THURSDAY NIGHT IS SOLITUDE...and i don't want to waste a second on plans stirred via phone conversation or "text" thoughts with a bunch of misspelled words...i shut the phone off tonight...want to talk nothing at no one: i'm a bit superstitious...
...TOO BIG OF DAY...too much noise while i'm looking at an act to bring down with me in this little town that some call a "big city"...ha! i live in the ever polished land of columbus where silence breaks mirrors and fashion remains a coffin...
...GOTTA LET THESE KAFKA NERVES UNREST...so, i'm listening to the thrill's "so much for the city," yet i cannot believe i ignored the 2nd one, "let's bottle bohemia" after all these years..."saturday night" i could play non-stop...while i still have a napkin signed by the band-members tucked away somewhere...they were a bunch of cool tall dudes from DUBLIN, IRELAND, that sort of laughed at me when i presented them a napkin for their signatures because i failed to bring their 1st disc with me during that show...
...and i don't know if i can sleep just right tonite knowing that EMI dropped them because of sales and forgetting that talent is an asset...
...all that i knows is that in less than 24 hours i will meet with that beautiful flower and give her a rose or two...just waiting to erupt another lovely scent...and i will be gone somewhere...scripting up the next page.
...sometimes love these spiral nights of knowing after work i'll be heading northbound, especially after 3 at midnight, missing all those drunks...being alluded to but not yet restrained to my own conversation...highway thoughts...a voice that comes to me in mumbles...
...and at the point of arrival...she has the restaurant planned..i'll be anxious to shoot for the drinks after a midnight's worth of insomnia and head to her place talking tongues in poetry...usually goes that way when i have not slept a wink...
...AND SO, THURSDAY NIGHT IS SOLITUDE...and i don't want to waste a second on plans stirred via phone conversation or "text" thoughts with a bunch of misspelled words...i shut the phone off tonight...want to talk nothing at no one: i'm a bit superstitious...
...TOO BIG OF DAY...too much noise while i'm looking at an act to bring down with me in this little town that some call a "big city"...ha! i live in the ever polished land of columbus where silence breaks mirrors and fashion remains a coffin...
...GOTTA LET THESE KAFKA NERVES UNREST...so, i'm listening to the thrill's "so much for the city," yet i cannot believe i ignored the 2nd one, "let's bottle bohemia" after all these years..."saturday night" i could play non-stop...while i still have a napkin signed by the band-members tucked away somewhere...they were a bunch of cool tall dudes from DUBLIN, IRELAND, that sort of laughed at me when i presented them a napkin for their signatures because i failed to bring their 1st disc with me during that show...
...and i don't know if i can sleep just right tonite knowing that EMI dropped them because of sales and forgetting that talent is an asset...
...all that i knows is that in less than 24 hours i will meet with that beautiful flower and give her a rose or two...just waiting to erupt another lovely scent...and i will be gone somewhere...scripting up the next page.
