Thursday, October 23, 2008

Overcast coat autumanal afternoon monopolized with cheap beer and cigarellos and earl gray tea and pedro the lion (2002),



My friend Joe first burned these CD's for me six years ago when I was working two jobs, seven days between 85-95 hours a week, killing myself driving the wedding dress flavored vanilla hearse shaped station wagon I would later live in across the dowry faced arteries of the bluff in medias shifts, stopping at the emerald plateau of Barnes and Nobles (sometimes twice a day, since that was the only starbucks in town at the time) to slurp down venti's coffee holding the miniature caffeinated silo in my hand as I escaped in the country the tea bag hued cupola of heavy clouds overhead pregnant and lachrymose with the acidic rain tears of the planet keening a picaresque sad clowns smile over the helm of my dashboard the silver vacuity of the prairie swallowing my every direction as I steered, aimlessly, into the country, driving, smoking, fantazising about the rustic barn I would one day live in and refurbish because my books would be published and I would then have money.

I remember the applause her lips would break into as I would watch her smile while stopping in for coffee, flirting with the scarlet haired mermaid with the leprechaun reverberating eyes who would aesthecially abscond my romantic advances ( I would later find out she was engaged) every time I would invite her out for a drink, sometime.


Today the patter of rain reminded me of the wished-for sting these ballads delivered, the soundtrack of sad countenanced wet asphalt colored afternoons, killing time between shifts, the dips and swills of the late afternoon clouds bulging overhead like a limp sail.


Even thinking about the beautiful girl who once worked at Starbucks and smiling back at me all these years once again.



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