Like Johnny Cash, I’m on the 309,
But still breathing okay, fortunately,
Because my train set off somewhat behind
The man in black, who’s far ahead of me.
Are his eyes good again? What can he see,
As he stands beside Orbison and Charles,
Dark glasses even more necessary,
Perhaps, as they stand in great golden halls?
Good rockin’ tonight! Hear it as it falls
Through clouds of dancing angels, looking fine,
Though they should behave with more dignity,
And not be party to such devilish balls.
Meanwhile, down here, when will I get the time
To strum my guitar along to those three?
Tue 10 July 2007
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