Our Man in Europe , dave delacroix.. Tokyo Rose.
dedicato, Matt O-Neill
Nobody love ya without NO shoes. Your Accountant tore UP your Credit Cards, the Finance Company towed away your 4 x 4 GMC-Dream liner truck. Your Apartment at the Balli-Lai Coconut Grove beach thingy is now a Youth Hostel, F.L.A.
U OWN 1 pair of Sandals, 2 pair of Beach pants and 3 Shirts emblazoned with Chinese OR Japanese Cryptos of Love, Peace, I LOVE Mt. Fugi, Lotus Blossom... or the name of the ONLY Jap-Gal U ever sometimes....in your Peril... loved, TOKYO ROSE.
....Like U, maybe... I tried to decipher..... Jeeze!What can I Do;;;;make a Film-Noir Beach tent=movie for ME and my next VELMA. KILL ME NOW, but 7 Samourais… rushin to da Cavalry rescue on a volcanic beach! KABOOM! JEEZE! I need to just get a JOB!!!....Noodles. Nobody loves ya...HIC... without no Shoes!...Tokyo Rose...Life is a Submarine! WHAT IS THAT CAPTAIN! I CANT MAKE IT OUT! WHAT IS THAT CAPTAIN... I CANT MAKE IT OUT!....beep. beep. beep. Did I DIE with your Voice!...
6 Months LATER. SHE picks me up, STRETCH LIMOUSINE on Pineapple Grove. I, the same, SHE is NOT. Nobody loves U without no Shoes. Stuff we deal with. Occasionally, a Friend to confound! A Ghost! A Thief! An old Radio Echo. MURDER in the Skies. And Tokyo Rose, somehow, inspiring, or maybe, those old Tee-shirts...we buried in the sand...but she drives me into some Key West Bar and at some point I start to believe her. Such as I am.
HELLO-Babee. This is Tokyo Rose!
c2019, davedelacroix.
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