perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

all ways later than I think
time the destroyer
time is relative
father time
I am running on down town time
it don't lie

jam time
that's all

[WIREMAN]

jam time
good time
dark comes
fast time
jack time
no time
like now
time.....time....time...
punch in/punch out
how's about a nice
hawaiian punch
what a line
let hurt put you
in the drivers seat
back to jam time
jam jack
jam basho
jam han shan
jam gary snyder
jam emily
and erica jong too
never did fear that
flying though
king henry the
devil at large
written in all them tropics
jammin................

[stilltrucking]

Thanks for the picture of home
I used to live on Fayette St
Some buildings in the skyline I don't recognize, but I see the Shot Tower is still there.

Crazy Mike owned a speakeasy right around the corner from the shot tower
it was also right around the corner from the headquarters of the Baltimore police department.
He was crazy but he knew a good location when he saw it.

Crazy Jack, son of Crazy Mike, youngest son of a youngest son , took me years to find the compassion for my father myself.



Henry wondered why he attracted so many sick Jews.
Something about a healthy gentile excites them he speculated
Henry an American Hero to me.

Re: naked lunch with Crazy Mike and Henry Miller
by stilltrucking » Sat Apr 09, 2011 6:00 am

"There must be something in a healthy Gentile that excites the Jewish mind, like when he sees some sour black bread."

Henry Miller and Crazy Mike both born in the 19th century, contemporaries, one a sick Jew the other a healthy Gentile.


My father my self. How Long I lived in dread of being his son

My sound track for this text box
Your picture made me home sick, I get home sick for so many cities these days,
I been thinking. Thinking about maybe going to see Clay in Dallas. When I was over the road I spent more nights camping out in Dallas than I did here San Antonio.

[stilltrucking]

back to jam time
so many memories
stored up in time

jam is now
and now is
what jam is

Jam the world round
around sound
blinking cursor

Henry makes me homesick for Patagonia
Jack makes me homesick for the road to California
Erica's sticky underwear makes me wish I was doing her

[Hypatia]

jam it to the metal
hammer on the jam
let rip
it's a trip

T factor
taken little white pills my eyes are open wide
don't see a cop in sight

Taken so many pills to keep all this meat go
ing
not enough testosterone to go around I suppose
I think I lost my nerve
backing off in a curve
could make a man dead graveyard dead
rip stilltrucking

I could not drive that double decker through downtown traffic, a nervous wreck, death grip on the wheel waiting for an accident to happen

on the upside since I am now a conductor I can smoke all the tea I want.

I need Rx
In a dark time the eye begins to see...Rothke?

Homeboy offered to me a chance to see a dentist, get my teeth fixed, I declined. not saying why
but knowing why
why bother, I was thinking in my heart of hearts, I ain't going to live much longer.
I almost bought a pack of Pall Malls to appease my death wish,

silent jam no music
ah
I got the osound of these keys
I can dance to that

hammer hammer

[one of those jerks]

all that has got to go
so it goes
what is immortal is the jam
go jam for man

in the meantime I am
enjoying these good old days
I need
is some music now

[stilltrucking]

"Listen to the music"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SeaoxCo ... re=related

on the edge
lost my edge
maybe freedom is another word of losing
I ain't free yet
I still got to lose my life I suppose.

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 (ake the Spinoza of Lombard St)

[WIREMAN]

off
goes the stereo
little did i know
'bout philosophy
sounding so roman
i felt i was
a legion in another life
a spear chucker
and man i could run
and chuck
these daze i jam!

[knip]

and now that my head's all full up with these
cary grant ramblings in heavy-lidded ponder
listening to doghowl twang at the end of my world
i'm gritty, and dirty, but no clue 'bout the nitty -
tar stink flat top lives on fairy mind levels
that i counted, like loping sheep in bubble clouds
they don't stop - like the highway
exitless and rambling on, like a song

[the mingo]

i've tried & tried
but i can't who when
i don't give a shit
i'm round the bend

[WIREMAN]

runnin' the hoodo
down
makin' like a clown
scary
which i'll never
comprende
supposed to rain
today
yet i taint gotta
run down that
freeway
hallelujah!

[stilltrucking]

hoodoo you love
the hoodoo of the mu
do you hear the music

never comprehend the power of the hoodoo of the music
words can not make that trip
I am only grateful I can listen

Three Am Cold Front moved in Listening to the
thunder and rain
lightning and hail
boogy woogie February

There is a song
in the sound of eighteen wheels
humming home sweet home


Home sweet Patagonia
a stranger in a strange land

thanks for the music

[WIREMAN]

he-haw hoodoo
jam from a summer night
2011
but a memory
still heard a happy new year
monday
we all came back
to the rod patch
building boom in d.c.
north of union station
called noma now
creation amongst desolation
another concrete jungle
bungle in the jungle
jethro tull
40 years bustin' rods
all goes by so fast
do i hear 50?????

[the mingo]

'course i wouldn't want
to dodge snakes all my life
or wives or i should be more careful
the winter still has a few kicks
left in her
but she's almost gone by
i hope i'm not thinking
humphrey bogart
in my last breath

[WIREMAN]

pass it over to me
she was the queen
now gone
a needed rest
for o say can't u see
no superbowls
no have to do chores
things slow around
town tonight
me ripe to jam!

quicksand love