bits and pieces
Jan. 15th, 2006 08:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eorI started these snippets a few days ago, can't remember when exactly, but got distracted and didn't finish the thought.
I awake with a start. I'm in my bedroom, lying fully clothed on my bed. The radio is playing a song I've never heard before. I'm captivated. I soak in the words. When the song ends, by some miracle the DJ announces back the artist and the song. I look at red LED's of the clock next to the bed, 12:30am.
"Three days to kill and my per diem is getting low,
'cause I spent all my money calling long distance,
long distance, such a long way to go." -- The Kinks "Long Distance"
I'll buy the tape on Saturday. I turn off the radio, close my eyes, and try to elicit the dream again.
....
Winding up the narrow road from the ferry the low grey overcast alternates between fog, mist, and rain. The trees loom over the road and shower it periodically with the heavy drops they've collected. The narrow two-lane will yield to another slightly wider two lane, but not for about twenty minutes. The little bit of daylight left is fading fast. Three hours of driving looking through the rain at the glare of the headlights.
The CD plays, but somehow the silence in the car is palpable.
"Through their own words, they will be exposed,
They've got a severe case of the emperor's new cloths." -- Sinead O'Connor
Someday I'll come back. I'll come back on a bright sunny day, regardless of the weather.
.....
It's a warm night for early spring. We're flying down the highway out of downtown after hopping from one basement band to another. The old Mazda is has all the luxury and performance of cheap economy car that's seen a decade of potholes, but the radio works. The interstate from the inner harbor to the beltway is sparsely populated, lanes of choices around the curves.
We're running back to PJ's house where I'll crash on the couch and she'll sleep alone in her bedroom. Tomorrow morning we'll do dishes together, have pancakes, and take in her recycling to the collection station. We buy groceries together and go shopping at Goodwill. Just for a weekend now and then.
"I want it in writing,
I.O.U. nothing." -- The Replacements
I awake with a start. I'm in my bedroom, lying fully clothed on my bed. The radio is playing a song I've never heard before. I'm captivated. I soak in the words. When the song ends, by some miracle the DJ announces back the artist and the song. I look at red LED's of the clock next to the bed, 12:30am.
"Three days to kill and my per diem is getting low,
'cause I spent all my money calling long distance,
long distance, such a long way to go." -- The Kinks "Long Distance"
I'll buy the tape on Saturday. I turn off the radio, close my eyes, and try to elicit the dream again.
....
Winding up the narrow road from the ferry the low grey overcast alternates between fog, mist, and rain. The trees loom over the road and shower it periodically with the heavy drops they've collected. The narrow two-lane will yield to another slightly wider two lane, but not for about twenty minutes. The little bit of daylight left is fading fast. Three hours of driving looking through the rain at the glare of the headlights.
The CD plays, but somehow the silence in the car is palpable.
"Through their own words, they will be exposed,
They've got a severe case of the emperor's new cloths." -- Sinead O'Connor
Someday I'll come back. I'll come back on a bright sunny day, regardless of the weather.
.....
It's a warm night for early spring. We're flying down the highway out of downtown after hopping from one basement band to another. The old Mazda is has all the luxury and performance of cheap economy car that's seen a decade of potholes, but the radio works. The interstate from the inner harbor to the beltway is sparsely populated, lanes of choices around the curves.
We're running back to PJ's house where I'll crash on the couch and she'll sleep alone in her bedroom. Tomorrow morning we'll do dishes together, have pancakes, and take in her recycling to the collection station. We buy groceries together and go shopping at Goodwill. Just for a weekend now and then.
"I want it in writing,
I.O.U. nothing." -- The Replacements
