Tall bald thin storyman laughing
His cap belonged to the drummer of Little Feat
(and that is a story in itself)-his women all praise
his usefulness(but not his cooking-he burns water
and cannot heat frozen meat out of ecoli /salmonella
He laughs when he asks how long we have been in Austin
whether we like the "changes"-for we know his response
is-"so if you don't like heaven and high taxes-
get the hell out of Texas!"His South Austin friend paid $8000 property taxes
and was told when appealing"the GOOD news is-they only go up
ten percent each year!"He laughs again when he shares his musical friends
who play in the CAN'T HARDLY PLAYBOYS"@that dance hall
(genuine,with a sprung wood floor-made for real Texas dancing-all ages!)
near Granger(called the COTTON CLUB DANCE HALL)
He plays fiddle-or was that guitar?-never mind-he is a jack of all trades
a genuine cowboy multitasker-his chaps and spurs on the walls of this garage
sale.Today he is clearing out a past.We embrace his laughter ,stories,good cheer,mustache.
Tomorrow all this will be gone.Tomorrow he may be forgotten..
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