Knights of Columbus and Ventura Highway
My face turns slightly downward as I frantically scribble on a napkin, gotta get this thought out.
Ventura Highway on my mind,
“What you writing?” yells the aging hippie on my left over the sound of the amplified acoutsic guitar.
Gotta get this one out of my head, not really hearing the question or understanding why the scrawl of a kid like me would matter when the sound of America was on,
“And I came through the desert.”
My thought shifts “Oh nothing,” I reply distractedly and finish my tall killians, “just a thought”
“Good for you,” He sets down a full mug of beer in front of me, “Get it out while you can”
“yeah, Thanks man” as he turns and walks away.
“Felt good to get out of the Rain”
High School hockey on the bar tv in front of me. My mind left for other pastures, a half written note to myself I no longer understand. I take a draught of my beer, walk over and sit next to my friends. I stuff the note in my back pocket.
The music of our fathers ringing in our ears, “Get it out while you can…”
June 11th, 2007 at 10:10 am
Nice to see that you got it down. Miss ya man, I think we will both miss Ventura Highway.