Holiday Guitar

(Wherein the Title Character, Unable To Reclaim His Trinity, Straps Bells to His Thigh and Severs the Singing Synapse)


They were so bad that they never missed a note
The drummer’s hands flammed on command
While he filled at will over the beats of another drummer
With half his skill
And you know I miss their flawless skill

(Chorus)
How many songs do they know?
How many sets will they go?
Tomorrow night they play calypso
At the hotel down the road!

Babe, we followed that band from Johnny Canoe’s
In Nassau up to Finnegan’s in Maine
And what a treat when at Martel’s Pier at the Point
We bumped into them again
Yeah through races and states and genres and bars
They never let us down with that holiday guitar

(Chorus)
How many songs do they know?
How many sets will they go?
Tomorrow night they play calypso
At the hotel down the road!

It took us two days but we learned to slow down
You took the hammock, I took the ground
And as you rested above I scribbled one out
Inspired by Westin’s Wailers (or was it Surf Soundz?)
Then awaited a flicker of eyelash so I could read it aloud:

When I Wrote Upside Down the Inc. Dripped from My Pen

“After Earl Greyhound practice we stopped by Tres Palmas under the N near Ditmars para seis coronas and a conversation that began about our long overdue Food and Beverage diplomas inevitably led to The Holy Childhood and things that really matter so I found this melancholy manner which was more mellow than sadder whence I retreated to my Uptown lair to watch a dvd on Kingston streets and well it goes without saying that Vinnie made the scene,” said Matt the brat unaware at the time what he held in his hat – “Ah, to be twenty-three with a band and still sleeping with your friends,” said Jake who met us too on this Ave! Ave! Nue! I think it was Lafayette and Spring where we each converged from our thing, “See now I rely on strangers’ eyes, of which ten I’ve seen this month alone. Wherever I lay my hat is my home, and last night it was a condo her parents must’ve owned, and if all goes well I worked it out that I was not the one” – envious to some, but I did not flinch where others might have run, no I decided to hold my ground and tell the truth which is that “I laid behind her back for three hours while her will waited to speak and after three hours more she reintroduced me to her cheek. Three hours after that we held a very formal chat amidst jeers and guffaws from the days dimming rays as they turned to yawns and when three hours more were all that were left another forty from those we stretched, I swear, and then we finally made it out of that bed, put new sheets on, and climbed right back in.”

Expecting to impress I was met with a pout
Which in recoiling to our room escalated to a shout
So in accordance with the Empress the bard threw it out
-- Paper, Pen, Promise and Pact --
In but one faulty poem all her bags were packed

Now when I roll down my windows on a tour of my own
And shut off the radio to try and be all alone
My memories take me back to our favorite worst band
While we danced by the poolside and made out in the sand

(Chorus)
How many songs do they know?
How many sets will they go?
Tomorrow night they play calypso
At the hotel down the road!