perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[Doreen Peri]

nothin' happenin' here
but snow snow snow
icicles are drippin'
that's one thing i know
nothin' else to say
spring ain't here
but it damn sure
better be on the way

[the mingo]

on the corner of
Bridge street and east First
donuts and money are changing hands
the soup is hot and
the snow is piled up
America you traffic signaled intersection
you backcountry crossroading bitch
I love you

[SadLuckDame]

She was fond of french twists,
strawberry shortcake Kremes
and the smell of coffee
on every gentleman's breath.
Tip is up, and the coffee pot's
getting cold.

[the mingo]

I never let a coffee pot get cold
not even close
if someone or myself makes coffee
I'll sit there 'til it's gone gone gone

[WIREMAN]

the coffee tastes oooo
so good at the
cafe this moring
and the tap tap tappin' is
emerging from a long
slumber into a brand
new breakaway

[the mingo]

a ton of snow in the driveway that's
just this side of being water
don't think I'm shoveling that
think I'm just gonna drink coffee
and watch the bullshit melt

[jimboloco]

1979 wired during last big blizzard

2010 during snowmageddon
1973 thanksgiving
before and after2010 with sophie

wireman's still laughing
jimboloco's still sighing
jammed together in without walls
with tex while a young man
waiting for a stiff breeze

oh i gotta go catch some sunshine today
cool but ok up to 55 in my backyard reverie
watching melting mingoloco mindwaves
conjuring sailing spirits off and away
remember to pick up grandson at 4 PM
an it's tai chi hot coffee and cool sunshine
stay outa th shade! finally made th grade
in my own backyard! they's no place like haummmmmm.

[WIREMAN]

still smokin' we doobie
reelin' from a show
in baltimore wednesday night
back home early
wind a zephr today
tower cranes down
music the message
noah23 comin' from ontario
to hip the hop @ nola cafe
big joe on bass
and healthykevinz on drums
should be killer night
r.l. burnside playin' now
me i'm chillin'

[the mingo]

snow from the sky again
somewhere out on the road
is April with her thumb out
she damn well can't
get here fast enough for me
got a serious pile
of the can't-get-out-of winter
fast enough blues
Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaa
Smoke on pardners

[jimboloco]

down to seeds and stems again
i wanna catch some sunshine
a cool 55 degrees outside
talkin bout the weather
straight and wimpy
home with the blues

[the mingo]

range on the home
each of us our own Corps of Discovery
goin' upstream on our own Missouri
lookin' for the Pacific and then
the way back down

[SadLuckDame]

He said there's a lot to talk about
and I told him sometime over jam
and brown rice toast.

[still.trucking]

Straight and wimpy I can do
going have a business card made up
that will be my calling card
Have a little symbol of a chess piece
a pawn instead of a knight
Have keyboard will travel

stuck with the metaphysical homelessness blues again

[stilltrucking]

on second thought

travail

"have keyboard will travail"
oh yes we will travail
a hard thing but someone gots to do it
I may need a prescription for medical mary


jet engines whine
no Doppler effect
they come on suddenly and go off suddenly
the engines are on test stands at the AFB across the rail road tracks from my little shack.
when they come on my thoughts scatter
And I lose the thread

the thread running through the middle of the end of the beginning of the middle of the perpetual jam

tangled up in blue
and bitter herbs again.
sunny day
with trains
cool

winter
when I drove for pancho and lefty I wore my "skin like iron."
I remember how black they would be when I was winter trucking out in gods country washington Idaho oregon montana wyoming

my hands were black
and cracked
not just cracked
crevices

so these are my golden years
thanks to FDR
south texas winters
so easy for geezers like me.

we could talk about it over moldy rye bread sandwiches
Just like we was back in Salem Mass in the 17 century

[the mingo]

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