Insomnia
writhing in the covers like a less than able seaman trapped in an acre of mainsail
a cauldron of stomach churning, turning, kneeding
Wide open eyes examining the ceiling
The AM hours find me here
Typing, thinking, browsing, waiting
waiting for the heavy eyelids, heavier feet
and a chance to close
the window
Lights down, multimedia up
and three Canucks in their 50s took off
Lots to think about this time
Age, the great sundown of man and mind
is as much on display as musicianship
What are all these old people doing here?
"We need to take a break because of our ancient-ness"
"Rock out?" not with my 40+ cervical column
The guitarist has jowels,
the drummer looks like Mr. Magoo
and the bass player looks like Uncle Ira
Well, at least he still has all his hair
Yep, Let's face it, it ain't 1985 anymore
Even the music is thought evoking
"Nobody goes to Heaven without a fight."
True enough, but I'm going to the "golden years"
without one
either
"Golden Years" 07/21/07