OUR MAN in EUROPE/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "5 ROADS to CAIRO!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "5 Roads to Cairo!"

1)... No SOCKS today!

...NO SOCKS TODAY, the rain has gone away, bloody MONSOON-"arrivederci", it's back to Shorts & Sandals! The tropics (Belize) we can mostly handle! BUT NO SOCKS today, the LEVIS/slacks back in some cupboard, a glass of (cheap ass) Spumante THE SUN is back...

...we weathered the STORM, (mid 80-degrees/BRRR!) coconuts spit firing off Palms (trees), now families, the KIDS racket in the (swimming) pool, we're back to an every day. I SAY! No SOCKS today, getting past November rain. A Whisky & Soda will do me just fine, shaken-not-blurred, my name is BOND. Dave Bond. Licensed to CHILL. (Poolside half naked!). Bikini-belladonnas saunter swan-like...

There's always danger in a tropic Paradise? The CROCS (not sandals) lurk in the bayou, Snakies & BUGS can chomp, squeeze, devour an entire nuclear family (2.5 kids) in 20 minutes/little time to write a farewell - "all is lost!" - farewell note? "Where's 9-year-old ROSA!!?...No-one knows." "No worries. She'll (?) turn up."

But NO SOCKS TODAY! "Shorties, Bermuda-Pants! Tropic "fashione di oggi!" Let's fire up the BBQ & let the time drift away. On this dock of the bay. No Socks today. Could it BE any other way?

"NO MILK TODAY my Love has gone away... No milk today..."

2)...Have U ever been lonely?

Have U ever been lonely have U ever been BLUE, have U ever gone FRANTIC for your Wife, Kids, or just U? Have U ever gone ballistic, Life's - ahah! - outrageous fortune on the ship U R Captain, it fell off a flat world when U - advised - thought it was round.

So, here's a CIGAR, some CAVIAR, a bottle of CHAMPAGNE but mostly, a needy bowl of Minestrone, a hitchhikers' warmth to carry U through that desolate Kansas-State rain? Have U ever promised a "SUN-DOWNER" a house or a home, a Tomorrow, a future, a brilliant career? Sometimes we do.

LOST & LOST we know it in every song we compose. A solo GIG ain't worth the cost but we do it anyway?

Have U ever been lonely, a hug from a friend, a false wall of security that U can defend? Have U ever sang SOLO in "concert-fright" & gave it your best shot to an audience's delight. And a "mea-culpa", though a "coupe de grace" to remind U that U participate, a world filled with Honor &... Disgrace?

Have U ever been lonely have U ever been Blue? So, decide my dear. It's up to U.

3)...DEVIL in a PORK PIE HAT!

ZE DEVIL in a Pork Pie Hat -Urban SWARMI, almost sober, under rehearsed, like most sleight-of-hand, believers row-on-row; any (Non-Smoking) government will CUFF-U & charge U as a belligerent-innocent bystander? U got NO Rights; your cheap ass Lawyer might be WACKED for being a bright spark?

That Devil in a Pok Pie hat, everybody's CIVIL RIGHTS, your friend in whose hands BRASS justice labyrinths & where all ALTRUISM fails, a guillotine awaits but never mind. The ignorant & poor will erect a shrine. It'll probably look like U.

4)...Devil in a Pork Pie Hat -Part 2!

Devil in a Pork Pie Hat, a WIZRD through the bottle of a Whisky glass, given an hour or 2 to steal your insights, steal your FIRE or didn't U know the "familiar", your CAT? He purrs but knows when to leave your lap. As LOVE, confounded, PURRING R synonymous. Ask any VET.

Devils always "Arriba-sensa-minestrone" in the fog of your distracted BOOGALOO, "shoeless", worn off your feet? That Devil in a Pork Pit Hat. That Devil's emerald, the green-eyed symbol of ENVY/JEALOSY above my Anglo-Turkish door.

5)...5 Roads to Cairo.

Songs & SCRIBBLES of Life's riddles keeps a mattress warm. Belles & Bellas, rockin-boudoirs never did anyone no harm. Drunken poetry, miles & miles to take it where U go but no-one knows the fractures in your soul.

KICKS & punches on the Saloon floor, attitudes & racist-oriental that identify deficient cerebral souls U meet. And yet U MEET them every day, some of granite, mostly of clay whilst guitar busking on the street, a night within a night some say but MUSIC prevails!...

(Singing:) And all the Federales say, the N.Y.P.D, the L.A.P.D., or the I.C.E./USA-Gestapo: "He's nobody we know. We just let him get away... outta kindness I suppose."

Songs & Scribbles, a voice in the dark, a consciousness, some kind of spark, who's to say what your Fascist Neighbor will say: "J'ACCUSE!" or "WOT LARKS!!!" 

Oddly, there R 5 roads to Cairo. The Marrakesh Express is one. CONCORDE never flew there. But nobody told me. I just roadside stuck my thumb out & got a ride!

c.2025. dave delacroix.