My life,
dumped onto paper
My love,
deep in the beer
The years,
a fateful mirror
With time now short
—and dear
(Memories Of The Main Point: November, 1972)
‘Dinner With Jerry Jeff Walker’
Pick Your Poison
Booze—Broads—The Bible,
which poison will you claim
The one that numbs, the one that thrills
—the one your soul to shame
‘Captain Tony’s, Key West: June, 1971’
Back To Thee
Let me take you on a journey,
to a place inside yourself
Not the body mind connection,
but true consciousness itself
Before you walk a darkened space,
a light must first go on
Not tasked with anything other than,
an awareness set upon
Your eyes look out, true vision in,
the stuff of what you’re made
Before the questions were unleashed,
one answer left unblamed
So close your eyes and close your mind,
and set your spirit free
The path aglow from whence you came
—that leads you back to thee
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Yours Alone
Transcendence—reality,
the power to choose
The physical burning,
the spiritual hue
One leaves you ashen,
the other alive
The choice begets freedom
—yours alone to decide
(Dreamsleep- June, 2019)
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Kurt,
Very interesting postings today!
That dinner with Jerry Jeff Walker must’ve been interesting!
~Laura~
The first line was from him, and I think he stole
it from Kerouac.
After his performance at The Main Point, he came
back to my apartment. I lived upstairs.
Over the three years I was there, everyone from
Bonnie Raitt to Springsteen to Richie Havens to
John Denver performed downstairs.
It was a legendary place. I tried to buy the building
several years ago, but was outbid. It looks just like it
did in the 60's & 70's. I'd love to turn it back into a music
venue.
Kurt
That’s a great line!
Must’ve been an interesting three years at that legendary place!
Too bad you were outbid! Is it still a venue for performers?
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Kurt,
• “Pick Your Poison”
‘Booze—Broads—The Bible’
Does the order matter?
Btw...
Is there a barstool at Captain Tony’s with your name on it?
~Laura~
Just some blood left on the underside of one of them.
If you're a storefront preacher—one kind of leads to the other 🙂
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