A SONG FOR LUCINDA WILLIAMS
Stephanie Davis walked into the kitchen, and I followed like a Catahoula Hound, with Wilhem Matthews nipping at my heels, he a hybrid Chihuahua, and it turns into a late night session with Rambin Jack, this was before he was thrown from a wild Nevada bronc, somewhere outside of Winnemucca, and unable to buy either a horse nor a whore, he sets out hitchhiking.
He flags down a ride with Kerouac and Guy Clark, riding in the back of Guy's 49 Ford, along with well worn tack and saddles, that Kerouac must have stolen from some Wyoming cowboy, or else they would not have been on the run, with a dust trail following them thru the Ruby Mountains, they headed towards Wells or maybe it was Paradise, with this trey at stole.
One never knows, still her voice makes me PINE O LA, thoughts of jumping off La Fittte's Bridge, I had to Crescent City, she brags her brother knows of some good bars there. When suddenly my mind recalls what Mike Beck had said about her performance up there in Montana several years back, saying to me she was a 'bitch', but still, I stand here in the city of Saint Francis, with a ticket in my hand here on Geary Blvd, waiting to hear the gurl from west of the Calcasieu that flows through sulphured air, so roll up your window Cher, if you want to breath, for you are in the land of those that walked the water, Marcia Ball and Gatemouth Brown, and a long satiddy nite amid croaking bullfrogs and gars scanning the river banks.
(NOTE) ...written in Santa Rosa, ca 1998... This was before I saw her at the Fillmore out on Geary, and did not know she had written about Lake Charles, and talked about the character jumping off a Lake Charles Bridge.. Amazing, we both had the same thoughts in our separate minds..
FACEBOOK.... roscoebeauregard..
Stephanie Davis walked into the kitchen, and I followed like a Catahoula Hound, with Wilhem Matthews nipping at my heels, he a hybrid Chihuahua, and it turns into a late night session with Rambin Jack, this was before he was thrown from a wild Nevada bronc, somewhere outside of Winnemucca, and unable to buy either a horse nor a whore, he sets out hitchhiking.
He flags down a ride with Kerouac and Guy Clark, riding in the back of Guy's 49 Ford, along with well worn tack and saddles, that Kerouac must have stolen from some Wyoming cowboy, or else they would not have been on the run, with a dust trail following them thru the Ruby Mountains, they headed towards Wells or maybe it was Paradise, with this trey at stole.
One never knows, still her voice makes me PINE O LA, thoughts of jumping off La Fittte's Bridge, I had to Crescent City, she brags her brother knows of some good bars there. When suddenly my mind recalls what Mike Beck had said about her performance up there in Montana several years back, saying to me she was a 'bitch', but still, I stand here in the city of Saint Francis, with a ticket in my hand here on Geary Blvd, waiting to hear the gurl from west of the Calcasieu that flows through sulphured air, so roll up your window Cher, if you want to breath, for you are in the land of those that walked the water, Marcia Ball and Gatemouth Brown, and a long satiddy nite amid croaking bullfrogs and gars scanning the river banks.
(NOTE) ...written in Santa Rosa, ca 1998... This was before I saw her at the Fillmore out on Geary, and did not know she had written about Lake Charles, and talked about the character jumping off a Lake Charles Bridge.. Amazing, we both had the same thoughts in our separate minds..
FACEBOOK.... roscoebeauregard..
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