For S.A. at 51
Stay awhile.
The party is just getting started.
Fifty one grains of American yes I can,
across the Cadillac mountains,
the roads that go in and come out the other end
those roads where stories work their voodoo
and you become one with everything and everyone.
Stay awhile,
the party is just beginning to name you.
Here we are, on fire with imagination,
going barefoot where no man or woman ever headed out for,
the unknown territory that Huck ran across,
and the dig me of Thoreau
reaching through the fog to
lead us to the quivering penitente cross
of love.
For finally,
S.A. at 51
is rock and roll
of the most infectious kind.
Go on now, take your shoes and mind off.
It'll be fine
Spencer is playing guitar
Lorraine is dancing on cloud Griff
and New Mexico is where you take your bus
when you want to be injected
with jazz.
---Scott Wannberg |
