Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, ...Saturday Night to Sunday Morning.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Saturday Night to Sunday Morning.


*dedicato. Alan Sillitoe. Author of....The Loneliness of the long distance Runner.



Saturday Night to Sunday Morning, X3.


1. IL RAGAZZO

She-s Checkin- Me Out! Checkin Me Out! BEHIND her Spectacles...she-s checkin me out  BIG TIME, checkin me Out! A FEMALE VADIM!!! 12 years old! No EVIL in her Soul...Leather jacket, Denims, Addidas shoes, chewing GUM, holding her Pappas hand!!!

She-s Checkin Me Out, my ANTIQUITY, my Beer Gut, my cigarette, my VINO! She-s checking ME out!

SHE-s checkin Me Out. How I SURVIVE the...some say, PRE Adolescent BIG KAHUNA TEST, her Pappa holding her hand. I resort to Pen and Paper, appear DEVOUT or Fucked up on some 1960s Kool Aid Acid Test.
Usually works.
Roll ya Eyes and speak Swahilli. Kids usually Via Con Dios, God Willing or Iced Cream at the Buffet.

Alas...She-s Checkin Me Out! Some Kid with a Shout! Goddammit, Ragazza, Avante, grow! Grow, Ragazazzi...The Years to come. Your OWN adventures yet to come!


2. Bianco/Nero Canzone...Old Movie Song

Do U want Ya Mamma,
do U want Mamma,
do U want ya Guitar,
THAT man plays.
Do U want your DADDY,
Blues, escape, Canzone,
do U want ya Pappa,
riding the Rails...


3. Rogue Wave

Rogue Wave came on UP to U, took ya Heart...and U lost your shoes< rogue wave, don-t give a damn about ROOTS, kiss off ya Soul, the leather on a shoe.
Rogue Wave, A BAMBULLA, sometimes, HISSES like a LAMIA, No Ship, no harbour SAFE, no Roma, the Snake UN/coils in Napoli.
Rogue Wave, destroys your World. Rogue Wave, maybe won-t come back again except....in ECHOES of a Rogue Wave.


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