Monday, July 28, 2008

Jones & Ginger.

Jones
was a mute
and a drummer
in a rock band.

Jones could
drum
a berserker
beat a viking
rhythm that
mo'fo got
mojo they'd say
as the spray
of sweat hit
the front row
and the whole
damn band
turned to face him
with the crowd
rocking the
best seats in the house
to watch that bastard
burn.

Boom
buppa
boom
ba!

He was
pretty popular
with the ladies
though
mostly
they didn't know
he was mute
so they'd talk at
him as he sat
at the bar
smoking
and they'd
be thinking
god, he's so
(annoying, why won't he talk to me?
he thinks he's so...)
hot.

Sure he took some
home he was Jones
he was a drummer
he couldn't scream
out at them but
he could
release them
without a single word
just timing man
just
timing
and rhythm.

Afterwards he'd
go back to his drums
boom
ba
ba boom
boom ba
and
those girls would
see him later
in the light of day
and the special
he gave them
had gone
replaced by -
I wonder what
the Hell
I ever saw
in him.

Anyway that
was few years back
now, before
he met
Ginger.

The first
thing Ginger ever
said to Jones
when she found out
he was a mute
was
good, I hate
having to tell
people to
shut up
which made him smile
which made her smile
back
she liked that
he laughed with her
and made her purr
and he liked that she
was disguising
a vulnerability
and sensitivity
and a skull tattoo
on her
inner thigh.

Man,
it was a real
rock n' roll
wedding
let me tell ya
I can remember
it so clearly
there was tartan
and gingham
and ear rings and skin
tight jeans and mohawks
and converse and gin
the kiss the bride was
a dirty pash
the priest was
dressed as Johnny Cash
and everyone there
enjoyed
a dance with the
bride
or groom
or both
I mean
hey baby
c'mon
we're all friends here
you know it
high five
Hell yeah
woo
alright.

I remember
we all stood on the
steps
of the old church
and waved goodbye to
that '53 Cadillac
black of course
and they never waved
back
just stared
at each other as they
drove away couldn't
keep their hands
off each other and
I remember thinkin'
that's real
those two
they got it bad
they got it good
and maybe
that's why the
Big Guy
upstairs let them
turn
the
corner
and drive some
before the
boom
crash and
bang
so that
all of us
on the stairs
didn't have to see
what really happened
we got to
watch
our version
of
The End
and keep the
image of a
true romance
sunset
that those two
had left
behind.

3 comments:

  1. You cried watching Jerry McQuire because something terrible is about to happen. And HE is involved.

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  2. Who is HE? Jerry? Surely he would never do anything terrible? I COMPLETE HIM.

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  3. Oh I see- god had the sense of timing not the drummer. Always the way.

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