Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Rainy Day.
dedicato. F. Scot Fitzgerald.
When I signed that divorce Cheque, cleaned me OUT... DAFNY went off to Long Island, smiling, chauffered in my REO Speedsta Auto, day before the 2005 Stock-market-thingy CRASH. I held back $50 for a Highball at the Waldorf-Astoria. But deceided... I kept it for a rainy day. I rolled up my shirtsleeves and hitch-hiked to California. Went to Hollywood. Became a Movie Stunt Man.
Decades, it seems, later...when yet ANOTHER Gal left me, THIS ONE Over-dosed. Pills, ON TOUR, the Band, broken, Agents=Promoters, flew away and after all that SMOKE and Hippie-Cool rhetoric- SPIT!..I gave them their LENTILS back. Deceided NOT to GO Country N Western! LONG ISLAND SONGS ONLY!...Outright Quit! Went to England to Poeticize my lighted fuse.
Was THAT in the 50s, 60-s, 70-s, 80-s...whatever. Retro-hallucinations!....Annonymity AS Fame! LIVE in DREAMS. Desire IS PAIN!
Apparently I have Artistic Longelivity.
When I was Pandemix-Lockdown in 2020, the Year of the YOU, I wish I-d had that REO Speedsta Auto for a rainy day. Dafny OWNED IT... FOR a Day!...And the Fate of Dafny...within the Stock Market crash. I never knew. OMG!!! ...Like a Rainy Day ever rankin at mah craw!...
c.2020. davedelacroix.
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