Doesn’t Miss A Beat


Write A Country Song


Write a country song well do you think I could or should

Criteria has to be met first there’s no dog though we owned one way back

Did it leave run away did it get killed no sir

We had to give her away find a new home where we were going she couldn’t stay

Maintenance there they liked to steal from any tenant who had the misfortune to rent

We didn’t know this at first dog-sense the best

She’d protect us oh yeah they wouldn’t stand a chance

There went the dog and our hearts

Perhaps a good start


Next must be a lover who went astray a list long and distinguished could be

Not really for me but those involved weren’t truthful the couple times I tried

Thought they knew something others stood in line for their turn

But too much to fathom easier to stay alone I’d decide and did

I guess this would qualify making two that are met some romantic boo-hoo

Still I like my life the way it turned out in fact I love being me gee what’s next

Usually whiskey somewhere well it’s bourbon I drink to drown sorrows no

It’s bourbon I drink simply true that’d make three though usually

A Manhattan with lavender bitters is never described as a drowning pool

Just drunkenness because of what came before but I prefer enjoying life

I hope spoiling the tune not

But I did run over a cat that’s true back on track we go

Losing count is that three


The kids were young we’d just moved t’was long before the dog

Helped me to decide I’ll say

Foolish kitten watched us close too close as I backed up

Put the car in idle as I tossed the body into the weeds in the field across the way

Tears flowing from their eyes I vowed no more cats only a dog smarter I hope

We went from there it panned out well oh no is that too upbeat

Then we had to give her away does that help


Well I tried not enough tragedy things have a way of working out

Maybe country songwriting’s not for me




Breaking Into Song

Yawning awake or yawning I may just sit here for a while I haven’t decided. But, I’m a little chilly, sweater or bathrobe the biggest decision to be made. If only these could be the worst. Up I go. I could add time to the dryer too. Drowsiness sets in thanks to a mouthful of wine, single digits to teens stay outside.

Nothing intelligible so far or am I brilliant? There goes the heat. Reminds me of The Sound Of Music, a few of my favorite tings, things. I’m thirsty. Water. I can’t sit still. The bathroom again. My eyes want to close and there’s the bed.

Maybe the morning and then I don’t feel so bad schnitzel notwithstanding.

There I am.

Head in hand as my arm guides me to the table, slide stop, slide stop, slide stop… headache thinks it should be. Christmas tree lights in their last few days, new times wait in the wing. That’s it for now, mañana, oh; it already is.

Gone Fishin’



The band’s gonna give it to you, yes they are. If you don’t believe it just come round to where they hang. It’s one of my favorites as I walk that keeps a good pace. Having the ear buds in make the lyrics so clear, with the background quips, grunts and ha-s and then one day it occurred to me… the band has to give it to you the only way to be satisfied (you know), after all they’re not 15 anymore or at least they don’t look it. I remember an interview with one rocker who revealed he practices yoga to be able to satisfy his wife, to be able to last as long as she needs him to. Ha… yup, it’s necessarily so however you’d like to look at it, slice and dice it. How valuable, how good it is to have a partner, a friend, someone special over the years so there’s no worry, to be able to be yourself. Remember when and growing old, what’s that?


Good guys who get those bad guys and win, I love those movies. How many times have they lulled me to sleep, just last night in fact. A great cast that gets better and better, different roles for some but it’s great to see… well, them, especially actors I’ve watched over the years. Might sound silly but its like family reunions answering the questions of how’ve you been and looking good! How can I fall asleep to such violence? What violence? They do what I can’t being over my head in reality, legality, in other words if I stood in the street and let out a scream to release the distress “they’d” take me away in a rubber truck. Instead my good guys get the bad guys and I wake up refreshed. We win! I embrace the day! Or do I just love a good action film? Like the CEO in Small Soldiers said, more or less, it’s not violence it’s action, kids love action. This kid certainly does.


Sweet dreams.