The Ode to Crazy Joe

So way back before this blog.... I was a musician. I was a singer/guitarist/mime in a band in town. I have since retired my pleather pants....... however I do occasionally still write songs for other artists ...... (sometimes they will even listen to em).... Anyways to stay sharp I occasionally go by the park or the library or the nearest tractor pull and do a little people staring.... er.... watching...... and then try to write some lyrics based on the people I see. I thought I would share one with you all today. Here is this one I wrote recently from the point of view of this nice old gentleman(Joe) I saw as he was sitting on a park bench....

.... I sit and I sit
And I watch this whole town
Sometimes the newspaper
Shields my frown








I take notes while I watch
My focus is strong
Do they walk at a fast pace
 Or just shuffle along



And then I spot her
Headed my way
Walking all perky
Enjoying her day




I grab hold of the bench
Now she's bout to pass by
Then I kick out my leg
And profanities fly




Her feet leave the ground
Then the ground gets a face full
And it isn't that pretty
And it isn't that graceful

Shes stunned and shes crying
Shes scraped up her knee
I say "What an accident"
but I planned the whole scene


Now did I feel bad
 Or have any regret  
Had I only kicked harder
.... ah the distance I'd get

Crazy Joseph in no way condones this reenactment. In fact we read this to him...... and his review was deemed unprintable and darkly inappropriate.  Regardless.... this is dedicated to Crazy Joe.
            In loving memory 1938 to 2011