Bill Hicks
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.
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