Studio Eight(8) Jam

[mnaz]

back online
weather's gettin' high
soft green paradise breeze
lazy hazy daze straight ahead
dark dues of cold dampness paid
time to let out a big hoo!

[judih]

hoo yeah
when mnaz hoos
we yahoo howl

[WIREMAN]

Hoodoo
Rhythm
Jam
No slam
In between now
Bring on the night.....

[mnaz]

night reveals the long sprinkle
can't see it in the blue canopy
in the bright issues of midday
but you move, find a groove
shimmy and shoot star clusters
night is coming on

[WIREMAN]

These daze
Poetry trumps
Philosophy
Peyton Place
still exists
I tend to show
my age
Eli's a comin'.......& you'll never get away.....

[the mingo]

later today
wheels will be turning
beneath me
powered by my own flesh & blood & breath & heartbeat
some country road
some city street
some creek will pass
beneath the road
and the sound of the moving water
will come to my ear as i go nearby
it's not that i need a place to go
but that i need the motion
want the motion
seek the motion
heart beats for the motion
child of the motion
dismounted at a rural crossroads
to listen
to birds
to listen
to wind in the grass
to watch
the heads of flowers bending with it
then getting back to the saddle
and moving on
got saturday morning
got jam
got road
got bicycle
off to ride on the land
to ride among the people
the God who sees me
smiles

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPuiRU7b8nY

[WIREMAN]

Humans need
the motion
Like the movement
of the waves
in the ocean.....

[judih]

monk sits
five months no shift
invisible aerobics

[WIREMAN]

Wired monk here
Not wandering
More in place
Resigned to labor
Given into the wire
Within a cave of
sparse light
I see & feel all the changes
Coming ever more rapidly
These times, oh these times
Instantaneous wanted
Bottom lines......

In movement
Bending to the changes
Like bamboo......rooted to the now....kapow!!!

[one of those jerks]

I like that smiley god of yours mingo
makes me think old jack knew what he was saying

oh hell
my mind is like a broken radio
the big wheel turns by the grace of god
fire and rod
my feet on the pedals
I swear mingo I live for it like i do for the studio eight jam

I am back in the cab of a truck
a twin stick mack
two trannies a four and a five

Learning how to shift through those 21 speed forty ton schwinn like a phantom 309

motion, jack knew motion

and I am old but I am happy
to see this cursor slide across the bottom of the text boxn till it reaches this point.

[zero_hero]

when
now
on line real time
sailing along on
the info highway

when now
this point in time
this keystroke
word thought
then the sweet solitude of the road
the infinite lonely
of chet playing them truck driver's blues

I swear oh wired one
I live for the blues
now is blue

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3z4kHleBBp8

[judih]

not yet blue
birds suggest rainbows
shall we look up?

[stilltrucking]

look up
look down
look both ways
look ma no hands

been blue so long
if feels like up
blues make me feel like a fish
a bluefin tuna in the deep blue sea


love dah blues
baby blues, powder blues, diving duck blues, any old blues will do
sail along with the jam by the light of a silvery moon tonight



oh yes I know she was bored with my blues

shut up stilltrucking
I am bored with your blues
Many a man has travelled this road
faced all the troubles and took all the blows
now you try to tell me the path I should choose jitterbug (aka the Spinoza of Lombard St)

[the mingo]

i don't know what it is
but i love riding at night
especially if the wind is up
and the moon is out
like tonight

[judih]

and the joy
of jumping into a futon
night laughter