by Catfish McDaris
I grew up in N.M. in
a small town noted
for musicians &
snooker hustlers
My best amigo was
a Dylan fanatic, he
studied his words,
guitar, & harmonica
Forget The Beatles,
Jimi, or The Doors
it was Minnesota
Zimmie 24/7
Wanting to put moves
on his beautiful
concrete blonde sister
after long pursuit we
consummated our infatuation
Their father came calling
& said I'd infested his
baby with fleas & ruined her
Deciding it might be time
to seek my fortune elsewhere
I took my hot sauce recipe
for Louisiana champagne east
Outside of Tucumcari I picked
up this dude that hummed
Ballad of a Thin Man for 3
states, when I got to Highway 61
He stepped in front of
a west bound semi full
of pigs, there wasn't
much left of him
I'm not sure if he was
Jewish or if going that
way was kosher, but at
least I hope he's knocking
on heaven's door.
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