Wet July

Poured some salsa into a silver bowl
Ate some chips and drank another Equis
Put Miles on the stereo--Kind of Blue--
Equis and enuie, they go hand in hand with you

Kind of Blue's so easy, in a way--
Those guys: so completely in control
Sayin' each and every thing they had to say
One take wonders--on a sunny summer day

(bridge)
Made me think about Jack Kerouac, I met him once--
A jazz-lovin' raving midnight endless drunk--
I pushed his car out of a ditch
And now his name has come to mean
A highly specialized form of verbosity--(hey, life's a bitch)

This summer's been wet, so far;
As wet as an all night midtown New York bar
As wet as all the tears I've cried about our shit
And damned if now it's August, . . . isn't it?

At least this ain't no wistful September Song
At most it ain't no Funny Valentine--
We're just sittin' right here rockin' on the porch, with hurricane season comin' on
And 'Trane and Miles and all those cats are gone