Nostalgic commentary02 May 2007 12:16 pm
8/26/06 - An old journal entry that made me grin.
We walked into a diner somewhere outside Winslow, Arizona. The carbon monoxide slapped me in the nostrils as the glass doors shut behind us. We were not in the Bay Area anymore,
Barrel bins full of toffee like candy were being sold by the counter. Cowboy hats and belt buckles, old decrepid skin, cigarettes before/after/during cholesterol happy meals, american flag paraphenilia the norm, a dude in a “new Testament” hat?…Claire don’t point that guy out to me cause I am an awkward laugher… and I will cackle at him hysterically… and the last thing this town wants is an “Arabian” guy not from “’round here” laughing incessantly at anything… especially not another human.
Well, I’m a standing on a corner
in Winslow, Arizona
and such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin’ down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
gonna save me
We may lose and we may win though
we will never be here again
so open up, I’m climbin’ in,
so take it easy