Crazy Horse Waits For Neil Young
Working their way through the Harvard Classics
half-moon reading glasses perched precariously
on their noses, dozing off from time to time
myoclonic twitches jolting hands and feet
that pine to plug in and mark time, dreaming
of that bait shop in the Maldives with a cooler
full of Bud where a man could do some combing
on the beach and wait for the sea to rise
or the pending call that sends them up the attic
stairs on a frantic search for their carry on
luggage and the worn out Converse and that
lucky tee shirt from Rust Never Sleeps. Never
a doubt, not one; well maybe a few but
the changes and chords will come wandering back
and the chorus to ****** Up practically
sings itself, but in the meantime the checkbook
needs attention and a grandson’s home from Helmand
and isn’t the Lipitor running low?
Two chapters left in Moby **** they eye the
phone convinced again tonight’s the night.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 7:05 AM UTC
Crazy Horse Waits For Neil Young
Working their way through the Harvard Classics
half-moon reading glasses perched precariously
on their noses, dozing off from time to time
myoclonic twitches jolting hands and feet
that pine to plug in and mark time, dreaming
of that bait shop in the Maldives with a cooler
full of Bud where a man could do some combing
on the beach and wait for the sea to rise
or the pending call that sends them up the attic
stairs on a frantic search for their carry on
luggage and the worn out Converse and that
lucky tee shirt from Rust Never Sleeps. Never
a doubt, not one; well maybe a few but
the changes and chords will come wandering back
and the chorus to ****** Up practically
sings itself, but in the meantime the checkbook
needs attention and a grandson’s home from Helmand
and isn’t the Lipitor running low?
Two chapters left in Moby **** they eye the
phone convinced again tonight’s the night.
