Over My Head At The Jam Session

Drummer –
ooh, oh,
ah yes:

drummer, you
move thick air
in pursuit
of cool, you
lasso the
cool,
tattoo the cool.
You be cool,
are the sweatingest
cool ever —

and don’t
get me started
on the guy on bass,
because I might
go that way for
cool, long-necked
cool, steady hand
cool…

Not the guitarist, though. No, no,
not me.
Not tonight, buddy-roo.
Fat man, stiff fingered butter-
ball, you look like you’re
trying hard to keep up
and are not,
and that

ain’t cool.

They’re Odin and Thor
playing to beat Valhalla
up here,  all one-eye wise
and thunder lord.
Nice guys —
gods can afford to be  —
but what I was thinking,
I don’t know.
I thought
the name on my headstock
would be enough passport
for this trip…

Play it safe.
Just comp till I can drop,
and they smile me off.
Gonna get a beer,
let someone else handle all that
staggering cool
a while…

but I got
eyes for a prize
now.