Off the Road - 20

a jazz novel on a typewriter

5

Everybody knows the poor got poor and most of the well-off walked away Scot free. Some dreams never live until they die. I lifted a Krispy Kreme down Freemont St. before pacing my way back to the automobile. Right here right now, I want to get up and leave this city in the humid desert. Heavens know I had had enough of the 30-second attention span of the faux beach on the Boulder. It was a perpetuum mobile in reverse where the video star killed the video and ran so far away. It was a gift from the God I did not believe in.

Set the heat of the moment and apply some pressure to that love that is a stranger where the streets have no name. I could feel that they were passing and the twilight zone commenced. Who can it be now? I will jump and find out because only time will tell. Good night, Saigon because Space Age is a love song for the paparazzi to see the praises of a bad Romance. All apologies from the Queen to the soldier even if he does to extremes. Take five and freeze for the lawyers in love with the poker face. And they just dance from down under to feel their wildest dreams on pennyroyal tea. I know it feels like brain damage who are you to judge for me she’s right on time in the Scandinavian skies teasing a dissent into mystery and leaving behind a scar that is as cold as ice. But when the heart rules the mind the Battle of Evermore will seem a mistake I know they’re out there someplace smelling like teen spirit on the eclipse. I am a new world when singing for the holy Lamb a song for harmonies in motion. America I can’t quit you even though I am the owner of a lonely heart and cannot leave it be.

So down the road, we travel from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, from the genuine love of money to the false love of the heart. In yet we turned to stone because there is the heat from Mr. Blue Sky. Suite dreams are made of this because it feels like the first time on the abacab.

So I set my heart to the future and paint the sketches on the sun and Hackett to bits imagining the point of know return and hanging by a thread. Perhaps I am sitting at the wheel cruising midway through my life’s journey and only just being able to read and learn to fly. But it is yet another movie a brick in the wall where we will rock you under the man on the moon in a room of our own.

It will be many hours before the ring comes again to this land of confusion. So I play the game with the stakes being Kashmir and a stairway to heaven to be climbed by Dr. Heckle and Mr. Jive going overkill on a call to arms. Speak to me of that great gig in the sky where signs of life and dogs of war collide in confusion and make one slip on the turning away. But please don’t stand so close to me for every ref you take reminds me that I am a spirit in the material world and every little thing she does is Magic if you walk in her footsteps waiting for the radio to scream gaga. A farewell to Kings will commence when Xanadu breaks the spirit of radio in 2iles and at subdivision leaving only the sounds of silence for The canticle of the Scarborough fair. But nothing ever goes as planned because this is life during wartime and the road goes nowhere to a wild wildlife. One of our submarines is missing and she has blinded me with science; I still have not found what I am looking for whether in the US or in Panama. It has been a long distance runaround a roundabout with wondrous stories told by Cinema Four the rock and roll dream. Non, Je ne regrette rien while standing in the rain as the big wheels crushed me under summer and lightning.

And that’s all with a centerfold to carry on my wayward son to the dust in the wind with an immigrant song. Silent running tells me all I need is a miracle because you are the one, on the run in a new machine casting terminal Frost from Salton Sea. Yes, you are in the flesh but on thin ice with the happiest days of your life behind you. And I hear you crying out for goodbye cruel world to run like hell for a message in a bottle. De do do do de dada da is all I want to say to you because it is synchronicity waiting for the hammer to fall even though I know the show must go on for one vision to remain supreme we are the champions. Though we are under pressure and losing our religion.

And then we passed through the downslope of the mountains which ensconced the strangers of the angel, and we know that we are closer to the heart in finding our free will in a double life. Haven’t we been here before? Maybe it is 1928 or 1958 and we are lonely people having the best of times. Because we know that the psycho killer is far behind us taking his body to the river. It is once in a lifetime, and he is burning down the house.

And so, we slip by the Chinese theater which plays Star Wars over and over again to amazing applause as if it were 1977 and the word has just hit the masses that a new Hope is coming to screens near them.

Please forgive me I have been listening to the classic rock radio and slurring it all together for my pleasure.

Adieu, Adieu, Adieu, I have been close to the edge and do not want to let it because the show must go on even if comfortably numb.