cheers,
John


City LightsCity LightsCity Lights
The rusty smoke from crumbling stacks,
the cacophony of horns, the reeking dumpster behind a seedy bookstore. The buildings looming overhead, bending to block out the last rays of natural light.
The all-night eateries and dingy cafés (Can I get a clean glass please?),
shuffling steps, and slurred words over
stale coffee at 3 A.M. on a Tuesday. The booth on the end, with its one flickering heat lamp.
Long sighs, circles under eyes, hands running over stress soaked brows, and the pile of jaundiced cigarettes dumped last w


Drought of AddictionDrought of AddictionDrought of Addiction
Its depression lands me on my knees sliding towards the edge of an immense cliff. A precipice whose ledge I can feel pass under my knees and across the tops of my toes. I plummet. Through the whir of desert drought, catching glimpses of an arm's blackberry infection. Vision spinning as my fingers lick the plunger of a needle from heaven.


Miracle of the Machine AgeMiracle of the Machine AgeMiracle of the Machine Age
It was the first thing I saw, all yellow and blue, sticking out among the wreckage and painted with optimism and expressionless eyes. Will the people be brave? Will the world be new? I ask and wait for his knee-jerk reaction, a nod with fiercely false enthusiasm. Liar, I mutter, at his plasticine sneer, this Wasteland has has broken us, and stolen our years.
But I can't be too pissed. This Vault-Tec Boy- a pre-war toy, will fetch me a bundle in caps. New boots, more ammo, a scop


Another Jazz StandardAnother Jazz StandardAnother Jazz Standard
I drove past the music shop yesterday to see what basses they had. Used light blue Jazz, right on the rack. Awesome. I checked it out. I plugged it up. Yes, it is a real Fender. Airbrush line art on the lower body,
white pick guard. Straight neck, but the paint is worn and not like Jaco's. I got lucky-
Lowered it down from the $225.00 on the price tag.
175 even. The look on my face was his payment
in full.
Throw on some new strings and tune it up, I'll see you Saturday.
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