Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I swear to tell
the whole jam
and nothing but the jam maam
cold front moving through fast
the flash of lighting and BAM sSHazam
then distant thunder

cold wind blowing
sleeting
and rain
A wet foo dog glad to come in on home

HOme home is where the jamers be
home is where our hearts are

got to jam
live to jam
life is but a jam

Go going gone
jammers never die
they just get a new peterbilt?

whoa
say good night jacky

good night>>>>>>>>>>>>
enough enough
never can get enough
the road goes on forever
the jaming never ends.

good weather for flannel shirts and blue jeans

the answer is to jam
til you are unjammed
driftwood and flotsam
hipcat and attitude
down and beat
don't matter
just jammm

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I forgot the question
The answer is
written in a thousand myths
and fortune cookies
GO
words chisled in stone
words burned onto carbon steel
words acid etched on a squishy brain
word on a computer monitor
maybe the answer is not words
it could be a number

like the melting point of ice
or the tempure of dry ice when it sublimes
or it could be the square root of negative one

The Balcony
surreal
saw in in 1966
or 1p68
in a little art house theatre in baltimore
on 25th st near Charles st
Peter Falk was in it
and a great short cartoon called the Critic with mel brooks

and a newsreal about the war
Jane sitting on the AA gun
cut to a picture of phantom jet being shot down
falling falling to the ground
cut to a picture of an american pilot being led away his hands tied behind his back
the audience cheered
it was a hip crowd
I felt like John Wayne in South Beach

I won't be unjammed
for a long time
mabye a couple more years if I am lucky