shiver me timbers

by mudshark

Posted to Utterances on 2001-12-28 19:17:00

some t i m e s
when being t he hre
just standing and watcing the people as the town is closing
like all towns are(you know as you stand there watching the crazy people )like sisco, Moss, koblentz, los alamos,florence, uddevalla, helsinki,ulan bator, talahasee, cedar falls, bufallo, vancover,bilbao,johannesburg and perth.but still standing behind a concret pole in Moss.
i get glimpses of hands.
some holding.some drifting lonely around-
i think- but cant remember of what..
just recalling the hunger .not of holding, but of participating in some game. silly game of belonging. and being glad that noone denyse me the opportunity to go into the pub behind the concrete pole.
and so i go. smiling still. smiled all night man, and woman..
go inside to this pedestrian pub called “bar 3″a home for the alcoholics and the ones on the even also lower level.
meets the bass player of the band.
meets the wroters of porn novels
the pool hustlers.
some x- girlfriends
one sailor.
and a guy my age with both albows attached to the bar desk.
lifting his head as he hears me approaching the witness of joy- the barmaid.saing

mocking bird
high on a three
looks like you got the best of me

and then i suddenly think twice about leaving.
am i home after all?

i buy my beer.
sitts right next to the porn dude.
some black dressed female is screaming to the tune of bobby macgee.and awakens the sleepr next to me.
he lifts his head again , but is now weeker. now mearly mutters:

loves like wind and its so cold and breezy
never thought that love clould be so easy.
in beetween love again.

i then realize that hes singing a song without usuing tones
some translater sitts baside me.
we have a conversation about the profoundness of marcel proust and have a toast to everybody .just everybody!
and then the dude on the waits trip sais:


leaving my famly
leaving my friends
my body s a t home
but hearts in the wind
where the clods are like haedlights
on a new front page sky
tears are salt water
and the moons cold and dry

to be up in the crows nest singing my say
shiver me timbers
im a sailing away



then.
well thats when i know i mind as well go home
cause thats were i am¨.
tom waits was the quoting i f any body wondered.
and this was my night on the town






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