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On the Road

Saturday I officially rolled into Milwaukee and got hugged by the big bear arms of humid and summer rain. Unbeknownst to us we were languishing in the remnants of Hurrican Ike but much less intense than elsewhere around the country. Waltzing Matilda braved teh Jesus Pamphleteers to pick me up and we ran over to a local streetfest. Beer and fried chicken and tater tots were had. Rain was laid upon the clothes, toes were dampened and laughs were had. We discovered teh twisty path through a park under the night clouds going back to the car and then zoomed back to her pad for the gussying and the dressing for the show.

Show itself ruled. Songs were sung, whiskey drunken and new friendships wholly solidified. Thank you to the rockstars that made the night sparkle so much for this San Francisco girl. The midwest flirted and charmed me with her wiles. The next morning I walked in the rain barefoot on the way to coffee and remembered how much I've missed this damn summer rain.

Sunday night was wonderful and hilarious. If I got a dollar for every bad pickup line I may have had enough to buy the drink I was refusing. 

On the road and in St Louis now getting ready for the show at Pops. So excited. 

Some moments (real, imaginged, exaggerated, diminutized and third personed depending on your perspective) from the road:
As we were leaving:
An army of children bike by while a squirrel barks on a roof. A childs toy wedged under the tire while small purple flowers pop up frm the city curb scrub brush and we're caffeinated and ready to leave.

On the road
1. It's a gypsy punk road movie going through New Berlin and the space betwwen my hands and lap is full of percussion

2. We roll past the oaks, maples and pines fresh sap dirt smell in my nose. I want to drag my flesh along each one leaving tiny love kisses on each one with branches in my hair.

3. following the Black Forest Ford with its exhaust flavored breadcrumbs

4. fllirting with mortality and chewing gum on I-43

5. I don't see clouds like this anymore she said as the miles rolled away and a deer carcass caught her eye spilling across the road. Sun baking the dirty denim of her jeans she was trying to see all of the world all at once and the song tells her "i used to be somebody"

6. the first town we got gas in hosts the clown hall of fame museum while the crows lined our path and the farms flew by. Army trucks ominously guard a corn field and we languish in the construction truck line full of dust losing sightlines while the miles rolled away.

7. a river of birds dancing above the ditch while the dirt farmer sings a working song without words

8. poet cow open mic meeting

9. the wind is stealing her words while the road pulls out her stories. Fallen angels flying from her mouth and the highway air from cracked windows lifts their wings - pulling them away to new homes.

10. you run the trouble. it doesn't run you.

11. buy brass knuckles in st louis. i'll send you a check to pay for them

12. that sounds like a bad line from a worse movie

13. stopped at a casey's outside of peoria. it's the first clean public restroom i've seen in days. the air is sick with sugar coffee and donuts. 'have a nice day' drawl escorts us out to a chorus of Illinois crickets and an ancient bridge to nowhere. One two time waltz beat dances us back onto the interstate and St Louis here we come.

14. on rt 66 crossing the big muddy.


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Sep. 19th, 2008 01:37 am (UTC)
Clean public restrooms hold no adventure.
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