#23 -The "I Can't Wait Word Jam" March 8-16, 08

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Post by stilltrucking » March 11th, 2008, 10:03 pm

I remember that banner
West Virginia
Pretty sure

Sand Stone mountain I bet you
Cheer me up
put me on a highway
and let her roll

Mountains ancient
East Coast reveries

Soldier Summit
Utah
When all hell broke loose
just a ghost town now
the town at the top of the summit is now at the bottom
When mother earth shrugs
the vanity of man crumbles

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Post by Terri » March 11th, 2008, 10:40 pm

I'm sailing away
to far Truckee
out the bus window
finally, a house in Nebraska
I wake her up to see

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Post by stilltrucking » March 11th, 2008, 11:04 pm

I am smiling
Riding and smiling
Down to my last two wheels

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Post by stilltrucking » March 12th, 2008, 11:23 am

TEHACHAPI to Truckee
Sand Mountain to Black Mountain
Roll truck roll
Like a roller coaster swooping down
The feeling of forty tons on 18 wheels
Rolling down a grade

Five hundred miles of ice and snow from across Ohio into the mountain state
Finally a patch of dry road and I turn her loose, let her roll
Top a hill and look down at a mile of ice on the other side
Too late to break
Too late to drop a gear
Got to just let her roll
Like going down a ski slope

And I am doing pretty good
Sitting cool on my stool
Puckered up with both cheeks
Got grip on my seat cushion

And a voice comes over the Radio calling my name
A young driver in the truck behind me
Wants to know If I want to trade a sleeping bag for a camera.
I amazed
The guy is clueless about what is under his truck
Should I tell him about the danger
What good would that do?

Black Mountain
Them east coast grades
Not so long as out west
But just as steep or steeper

Rag rag rag
Give me a beat boys
To free my soul
Give me a song to sing
To bring me home
Mountain mama
West Virginia (thanks John)
Mountain roads always bring me down

Truckee
Weigh station
Truckee rolling down into Reno
Truckee the
full moon casts tree shadows on the show
So beautiful
So dangerous
Why are those west coast grades always more dangerous going west
Donner Pass or Tehatchpi
Cabbage Pass in Oregon

Straight down hill going east
But west they curve like Malaria germs

The syncopation
Population
Of the road
Ah Wabash cannon ball on eighteen whets
Listen to the jangle, the rumble and the roar
Orange blossom special and bubble gum
Coffee and cigarettes
I'll make a thousand miles before the day is done

Dr Doom’s truck stop
A bumper stick that reads
If you ain’t a trucker
You ain’t shit
God must love Chinese people and truck drivers
Cause he made so many

Ah well
No reason no rhyme
No pleasing no crime
Just a jam on a roll
Monarch Pass
Midnight ramble

Life is just a bowl of grapes on a vine
Old timers still talk about the days of the hot rod Lincolns
When interstate five was just a two lane road.

Out on the road
Late at night
I see my pretty Alice in every head light (thank you Lowell)
Let him roll boys, let him roll
I guess he's gone to Dallas bless his soul (thank you Johnny)

A job with no prestige
Just for a few weirdo’s like me
Who have to roll
Addictied to the constant motion
I sit here on my desk chair
Like my ass is set in concrete
If not for a motorcycle
I do not think I could make it through another day.

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Post by stilltrucking » March 12th, 2008, 1:07 pm

fractal consiousness
sitting here thinking about myself
and I get a brain storm
my orginal thinking yeilds
133,000 hits on google for fractal consciousness

I dne know what it is all about
just thinking about fractal sponges
and strange attractors
how nice it all fits together
in consciousness
I am a rapist, a murderer, a thief, a liar, or worse
while at the same time I am a nice guy, a saint, kind and gentle


I read only good books
I think only good thoughts


I am a Bokononist
Editor's Introduction
In Cat's Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., created a new religion, Bokononism. The holy scripture of Bokononism was the ever-growing "Books of Bokonon", written by Bokonon -- a British Episcopalian Negro from the island of Tobago whose real name was Lionel Boyd Johnson [ 48 ] -- as a way to distract the people of San Lorenzo from their pitiful lives. What is sacred to Bokononists? Not God; just one thing: man. [ 94 ]
http://www.cs.uni.edu/~wallingf/personal/bokonon.html
rymes with the times
poses with the roses
sins with the skin
pitch for the itch



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Post by Arcadia » March 12th, 2008, 2:14 pm

oh
is he my favourite martian? :shock:

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Post by stilltrucking » March 12th, 2008, 3:49 pm

I see a higway
flat and straight
It goes on to a far horizion
What lies a head
it could be heaven
it could be hell
but it looks like texas
a bit of both

the jam is jamed
the pot is stirred
a little honey and bitter herbs
Matzso and bacon
kosher orderves

I am on a roll
with lox and cream cheese
I am gone with the wind
I roll back with the tide

the universe is a desert of stars
and one green blue oasis
next to mars

I am a fractaled soul
angel and devil
no hiding from it
I drank the kool aid
I bit the biscuit
I am what I am
easy to bull shit your self
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Post by stilltrucking » March 12th, 2008, 3:53 pm

I see a guitar
It could be a Martin
Or a strato caster

Image
I'm a good ol' boy
You know my mama loved me
But she don't understand they keep a showin my HANDS
And not my face on TV
waylon jennings hands playing his strato on Dukes of Hazard opening credits.

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Post by hester_prynne » March 13th, 2008, 2:22 am

Jamrockin
down this
poemy river,
I can't wait
to write,
I can't stop
reading either:
floating,
freestyle
on words that
come from
all you people,
gifts from perfect
strangers,
funneled into
my brain,
my perceptions,
from you to me,
a manna of sorts,
jam that doesn't
need bread,
and,
oh I can't wait to write
oh I can't wait to write.......!
"I am a victim of society, and, an entertainer"........DW

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Post by judih » March 13th, 2008, 2:30 am

hey, baby
i may be strange
but i'm certainly not perfect

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Post by hester_prynne » March 13th, 2008, 2:39 am

Perfectly strange work okay?
:D
H 8)
"I am a victim of society, and, an entertainer"........DW

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Post by stilltrucking » March 13th, 2008, 3:02 am

strangely perfect
each in our own way
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Post by stilltrucking » March 13th, 2008, 3:29 am

Can you smell the onions?
the Yorktown Onion

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home is where the heart is
Richard walks in tidewater Virginia
Home to his family for over 200 years

I am a new comer to the new world
First generation born to those
huddled masses

I have rambled this country
from shore to shore
always felt like I was home
Where ever I stood

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Post by Arcadia » March 13th, 2008, 12:46 pm

I´m second & third generation
I can wait to write
& I also rambled my country & my city
and felt sometimes at home
and sometimes not
it comes and goes
with the subtle feeling
that it´s my home
anyway!!!!!! :)

home is where the heart is
so true, too!

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Post by stilltrucking » March 13th, 2008, 1:06 pm

Stranger in a strange land
strangely attracted
to a point where the parallel lines meet

I can't go home again
Cause I never left
I am always at home
Wherever I am



"my dearest friends
are perfect strangers
they wish me freedom
and self-destruction"
Billy Joe Shaver

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