When George Comes to Visit
When
George Comes to Visit
With the Fender stretched across my lap,
and the strings where I want them in an open chord lay, I get a reconfiguring
of George Thorogood off my right ear amp.
He visits me in my living room as I wake up in the day. Coffee, meds, and a bit of legal ‘crank’ that
the doc has prescribed to awaken my sluggish head.
Praise God the women aren’t around. Nearing 12 noon and she makes the run down
near Mo Valley to get the order. Little
one is working her waitress job and I get the house all to myself with dog on the
futon who doesn’t complain of my fingered whine.
George and his Destroyers sounded great in
the back of my pea-green Olds. K-Mart
6X9’s punched a hole in my back dash with a little 40Watt Panasonic EQ to give
the boost. Me and your mom used to cruise
for hours around that sleepy town sitting close and just enjoying each other.
Time well spent. Not in naughtiness, just two friends, hand-in-hand
listening to tunes and sometimes just being quiet. Maybe that’s why today I played George across
my lap till my fingers about went numb.
You probably see by now, some memories are worth recreating.
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