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I never tire of this spoken word to music number, Screenwriter's Blues by Soul Coughing



A poem written many years ago, too many to care about.

BILLIE'S BLUES

Where's Kerouac
and where are his clones
Where is the adonis
I loved, Brian Jones

Where's Lowell George
his guitar still sliding
He's with Stewie Spears
whose pigskins are hiding

I can hear Stan Getz
in the stillness of night
and Charlie Bird Parker
blow mornings first light

I can see the sad lady
who sang the sweet blues
they're with me forever
Billie's blues - Jack's haikus!

I'm always thinking I have nothing to say, well it turns out I have a book full of this sort of rubbish to draw from.


My favourite photo of a very special friend, Vidalia. Because of her I stepped out of my own shadow and found light, I shared that light with her. We have never met and I don't expect we ever will.

Lux