There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Beck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beck. Show all posts

23 May 2015

Que onda Guero? in Memphis

Crossing the Memphis sky bridge from downtown to Mud Island, thoughts going back to the first time I heard the album "Mellow Gold". My brother popped the cassette into a classic Chevy vehicular beast of some kind ( I was never a car guy), and we headed up to the mountains.
Halfway across the mighty Mississippi and I stop to listen to the sound check. Beck starts playing "Hell Yes", and the hairs on my arms tingle, the rush of adrenaline courses through me with the impending anticipation.
I find my seat next to a nice enough family of four, two daughters and their parents. The Memphis skyline lights up as the sun sets.
Let the show begin....

12 May 2010

because I don't own a gun....

How can it be 630 in the morning, and I’m running late?
I search for my alarm, but it’s nowhere to be found.

The morning routine is just that. I arrive to work late….
I have no coffee, so the morning is a dull aching fog I swim thru
Until my time comes.  Doctor to see. First time since 1983?

Arrive on time to piles of more papers. She smiles at me as she hands me a pen.
 I think the smile was for show.

In a cramped, tiny room with a stranger, trying to make polite conversation.
I try, but she saw right through me, and I her.

Doctor, please help me, are the words that escape my lips. The pain!

Lie down. Stand up. Shirt off. Pants down.

How are you, he asks? He doesn’t wait for my reply, but looks at my paperwork.
I usually wait until forty to do this exam, but since you are here…

Shouldn’t you at least buy me dinner first, I think? Then close my eyes and
Let my mind go blank.

I hear a glove snap, tells me he’ll call me
And the door closes.

Back to work. It seems like all the clowns wore their ass hats today.
Why wasn’t I notified?

Sometimes I feel like a termite, choking on a splinter.