Frothing, foaming
at the mouth
outside a Dead show
at the Spectrum
spouting off about
his blue purse blotter
that were supposed
to be the bee’s knees.
But we were convinced
they weren’t as good
as our liquid
& so we traded off
just to prove
each other wrong.
& it was nice
listening to “Morning Dew”
in an enhanced state
& feeling no pain.
The moment dozed by
in miniscule doses
but the similes were sincere
and little else came of it.
Just move along to the next phase
of the subject at hand
but the Rat did give a thumbs up
in the concourse
during the intermission.
It was a pretty happy night.
3-28-97
Can't say we like rats...
But we did once imagine the Dead into our life. Got on the bus and now it's mine. Oh my, what a long strange trip, this life.
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that was a nickname for a
that was a nickname for a fellow head on tour. This goes back to 1985-86 period. Ah, when we were young. thanks for reading.
:)
85 or 86. That's when we first took one of those journeys with a musical note. Ah, yes, when we were so young...
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