Janis in Port Arthur, Texas
Excuse me, sir, but need an assist? I can see that you’re sitting around like a hang-dog watching the water recede from your porch like someone’s pulled the bathtub plug and it’s going to shit. Pardon my potty mouth. If you didn’t live so far out, maybe one of your neighbors could lend a hand. All I’ve got is an extra cold beer. Take it. Let’s say I have my own private stock. But what I really wish is I had something stronger to offer. Me? Like to drink whiskey on a couple of unsteady rocks.
See that you’re working in the refineries, got that company logo on a blanket pulled around your shoulders. I always loved to watch the loons away from the sound of those catalytic reformers and desalters. Fuck, this place stinks. Always has. Always will. Curious about what we’re drinking? Watch out. Curiosity killed a cat. Got it from one of those microbrew places in Austin. Glad they didn’t get washed out, and hallelujah to that!
Names for all those machines come to me second nature. My daddy was an engineer, mom a registrar. Now ain’t that a trip?
See you have a few guitars still left standing.
Back in the day, I sang with a white python wrapped around my neck. Wore sequins. No, didn’t come here for some benefit concert. FEMA workers running around with clipboards. Red Cross workers unfolding cots faster than you can say, Open Sesame. I’m here for your benefit.
You feel me? You play?
I wanted to see if that marker in front of my old house got washed away. Curious, I guess. The city called me a misfit. City expected me to refine this shit. You got that right. What we got on our hands is a Biblical flood. We need to build an Ark and sail away.
Like what you’re playing. Cool licks. Sounds like the rain and the wind having a hissy fit. Glad I stopped by to cheer you up. Aw, let me give you a kiss. Take a little piece of my heart now baby.
Any readers from Texas? Let me know in the comments box!!!