drove to the grocery store for
heineken.
some guy kept
harrassing me to buy his custom CD
for a "donation"
listen, man,
I'm not a huge fan of rap
but I don't particularly like
alternative rock or hippie
shit or anything that rhymes.
opening my car door I thought:
what if it was a skinny black guy
singing opera or playing a saxophone
or harmonica or a trumpet
or what if it was the best damned
thing... nah.
I turned that idea off
started the car
and the headlights
and backed out listening
to the sweet twang of a blues guitar
I need a drink. and you probably do too.
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