"It's all in there"

[stilltrucking]

Cigarette jingles, "I walk a mile for a camel

I'd walk a mile for one of her smiles

from boulder to birmingham too.

Ragu spheghetti sauce too

Every song, every tv commercial, every book, every TV show, every word said in anger, ever thing i have ever heard seen experience is inside my head.

I heard that Moore's law will hold up for another 15 years. By that time a small hard drive will be able to hold everything ever writen or spoken or painted by a human being. gigajigabigalotadata.

six am and wham bang I am up and eyeballs popping from the cranial pressure of a rusty nail of remembering.

all that stuff
I need a Neandrathal neuro surgeon
a few more holes in my head.
Woke with a cigarette jingle of fifty years ago playing in my head.

[the mingo]

Read all your latest posts, Jack, enjoyed every one. Got to get dressed now and get over to a friend's garage to finish up the water pump on the Jeep. If I don't make it back I'll meet you on top of Custer's Ridge. We'll get a fire going. Lace our coffee with bourbon. Talk about ghosts. Listen to the coyotes howling in the valley of the Greasy Grass.

[stilltrucking]

Irish coffee sounds good.

I am sitting here in the early morning silence. Just the whir of a computer fan and the sound of clacking keys.
The wind whistles through a crack in a window.
A sound that cuts deep and leaves me feeling restless.

Have you ever heard the wind howl in the high tension lines? It drowns out the coyotes and every other living sound.



Thanks for the banana pellet.

Seriously, thank you
See you at the Custard stand out on highway 61.

Now the rovin' gambler he was very bored
He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61.

Copyright ©1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

[the mingo]

Got high tension wires here from the three nuke plants over on the lake shore. I've heard the wires humming but the thing that fascinates me is the poles that hold them up there - made from steel and hollow. If you put your ear to them they are like these 150 foot tall vertical seashells that let you hear all the voices in the sky. It's where I get some of what I write from. Sometimes the memory of when I was last there is all I need.

[stilltrucking]

Panhandle of Texas, wind gusting fifty to seventy miles an hour.

The sound is terrifying

I never heard the shriek of a banshee
but I think that is what it sounds like.

Life is cheap on the road
A dispatcher sits in an office in San Antone, it is eighty degrees outside and the sun is shinning. He wants to know what is my problem. Just a little dead head from Plainview To Amarillo.

It is only two inches on his map.

Strange to feel the wind blow a truck around like a sailboat. But that is what it is. The road is frosted and I slide from side to side. Because I was a Zero hero. I should have told that dispatcher to go shit in his hat and stayed where I was. But I was a lucky son of bitch. Crazy brave.

Yes
It is all in there over a million miles of highway,
the seven women I have loved
the people I could have killed with a look
dead uncles and aunts
mother father, grandfather grandmother
Joey Rosenthal from sixth grade

Sarah Tannenbaum, so kind so smart passing a good word to me in 1962 when I was dead and buried in my heart.

All in there, every smutty picture I have looked at
every Anne Rule book I have read.

But on top of that pile of shit for brains I got
Is the image of a sail boat cutting through the water on a warm Christmas Day off the coast of Maryland.

I play that one like a tarot card on sleepless nights.

Yes sometimes the memory is all I need.

Like the feel of her vagina enfolding me in 1963. The look of sorrow on her face as she slipped into her bra.

She knew
she knew
what a long lonely trip it was going to be for me.

She never rode in my brothers' green forty nine Plymouth convertible with me again.

But I remember the car, the woman, the song.