Poured some salsa into a silver bowl
Ate some chips and drank another Equis
Put Miles on the stereo--Kind of Blue--
Equis and enuie, they go hand in hand with you.
Kind of Blue's so easy, in a way--
Those guys: so completely in control,
Sayin' each and every thing they had to say,
One take wonders--on a sunny summer day.
(bridge)
Made me think about Jack Kerouac, I met him once--
A jazz-lovin' raving midnight endless drunk--
I pushed his car out of a ditch
And now his name has come to mean,
A highly specialized form of verbosity--(hey, life's a bitch).
This summer's been wet, so far;
As wet as an all night midtown New York bar.
As wet as all the tears I've cried about our shit.
And damned if now it's August, . . . isn't it?
At least this ain't no wistful September Song,
At most it ain't no Funny Valentine--
We're just sittin' right here rockin' on the porch, with hurricane season comin' on,
And 'Trane and Miles and all those cats are gone.
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