Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix,No:57: Squirrel Man/THE KILLERS.
dedicato: My friend TOM WAITS.
He dah SQUIRREL MAN, got an ACORN Jewish L.A. Agent. Wish I had one TOO but my shoes, ya know, I donated on Santa Monica OBER-look Promenade/ Wish I HAD a Squirrel Man; told me bout my Whisky Bar or all the Hitch Hike Miles that nobody saw or the here & come GALS whose hearts I treasure?
Wish I was a Squirrel Man who connected the DOTS, described just HOW U "Come" on a desert-bleak sunrise or at night, when the cold/bejeeberzers gets U out of sight? Maybe I could a' made a recording with KEROUAC or Ol'Bull Lee, bummed a couple of hundred bucks from Dr. Hunter Thompson double E-Lee? Anita T?
Wizzsh I wasn't a SQUIRREL Dude now worried bout Musical Chairs; when the Music stops and every one else's Music is ACORNS in the Bank which is what U get, maybe on a Sheffield Wednesday? I'm supposed to get WACKED in Belize next Weekend; somehow, I wish THE KILLERS good luck and all the carnival of Souls, a happy day, the DEAD, reservations not necessary.
c.2021/davedelacroix. sweet October.
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