opens the lid, takes a deep breath, in the spirit of Randallian hangin’ honesty, and a tip of the hat to the mighty F.G. Franklin, listening to Albert King very loud thru the headphones,
woooooo, hahaha, i dare you
underneath that powder and paint,
pretty woman, what’s the matter with you,
i already apologised, twice i think,
(Three Card, slicks his hand into his pocket,
Mamu flinches almost into a grin,
i keep my eyes on the piano, i am telling you,
i am remembering the first time i actually saw Art
Tatum play,
by the way, you can find me Monday Nights, at the Orchid Room,
and Saturday afternoon,
15 responses so far ↓
Fabian G. Franklin // May 6, 2008 at 8:33 pm
Ah, the blues come round when the pretty women smile and its a Long Way From Tupelo to Fabian’s Site, me and Paul are hanging out over there, so plug into that video when you visit and leave us a comment too. That preety woman may be the same one, she gets around, up and down, she’s even in the porno pages stashed along the roadside.
Scot // May 6, 2008 at 8:51 pm
the piano will tell no lies
johemmant // May 6, 2008 at 8:57 pm
Jiving…..
Paul // May 6, 2008 at 9:28 pm
cool, remind me to breath next time, or maybe not,
ozymandiaz // May 6, 2008 at 9:30 pm
Eh, breathing leads to cancer
if no women were present would man still be wrong?
I hope never to find out, Oz,
enigma // May 6, 2008 at 10:16 pm
oh Boys…….without women you would be lost, and without men what would we swoon over?
i am lost without you, but you are still here, yayaya
Tina Trivett // May 7, 2008 at 12:19 am
ah, where would we be without painted women?
lissa // May 7, 2008 at 2:36 am
fantabulous. i love the humor in your pieces.
Lakota // May 7, 2008 at 10:21 am
the vid was terrific… i’d forgotten how much i liked that song.
Bob // May 7, 2008 at 9:52 pm
Three Card, didn’t we share a bong in Uddar Pradesh sometime after St. Swithens Day, the night after all the tattooists went on strike?
Paul // May 7, 2008 at 10:05 pm
I remember it well, Bob, well actually I don’t remember it all but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, and if the tattooists were on strike well then there would be nothing at all to remind me,
mariacristina // May 9, 2008 at 10:30 am
I need to know who Three Card and Mamu are.
Great music. I felt drawn into a world I’ve only glimpsed from the sidelines.
mariacristina // May 9, 2008 at 10:31 am
Oh, I forgot to say that I figured out the password all by myself. It took me about five tries. I’m proud of myself!
mariacristina // May 10, 2008 at 2:24 am
Okay, I made a mistake. I thought this was the password protected poem.
Paul // May 10, 2008 at 8:32 am
Bugger,
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