_________________________
Trouble coming He don't see,
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
__________________________
And I got the oil changed on the '91 Honda. Took it over to Eason's Shop in Orange City, just like I did last spring before my big "American Dream Book Tour and Protest Around The Country And Some Other Stuff."
You might recall that I was supposed to spend three months buzzing around the country appearing at bookstores and signing and speachifying about my new book. I did make it a ways, about ten ink scratches in the dashboard, all the way to Boston, but I got tired.
I got tired and broke and hungry and lonely.
All that.
And I got skunked a few times. I guess I could brag that I've had a book reading in New York City, but I would have to add that there was nobody there. If you give a reading in the city and you drop your book and nobody hears it, does it make a sound?
I certainly dunno.
____________________________
Once His robe was snowy white,
Now it isn't quite so bright —
Stained by the smoke of my cigar.
If I weave around at night,
And policemen think I'm tight,
They never find my bottle — though they ask.
____________________________
And glancing at the map it looked like it I would be hanging a few more zeros on the scoreboard.
So I headed home to hugs and handshakes, and vowed to the cats and the walls and the sugar bowl to try again.
And so, on March 9, I will say goodbye again to Ruth and Emily, and Sam in college, headed on another quixotic road trip.
This one will be a lot shorter, about a month if I can handle it.
It will start in Tulsa, commence to Texas, Taos, then south to Bisbee to visit a friend who does work with the immigrants who cross the border, then Tucson, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Fort Bragg, Chico ... oh, you get the picture.
For a complete schedule: www.mikepalecek.com.
Trouble coming He don't see,
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
__________________________
And I got the oil changed on the '91 Honda. Took it over to Eason's Shop in Orange City, just like I did last spring before my big "American Dream Book Tour and Protest Around The Country And Some Other Stuff."
You might recall that I was supposed to spend three months buzzing around the country appearing at bookstores and signing and speachifying about my new book. I did make it a ways, about ten ink scratches in the dashboard, all the way to Boston, but I got tired.
All that.
And I got skunked a few times. I guess I could brag that I've had a book reading in New York City, but I would have to add that there was nobody there. If you give a reading in the city and you drop your book and nobody hears it, does it make a sound?
I certainly dunno.
____________________________
Once His robe was snowy white,
Now it isn't quite so bright —
Stained by the smoke of my cigar.
If I weave around at night,
And policemen think I'm tight,
They never find my bottle — though they ask.
____________________________
And glancing at the map it looked like it I would be hanging a few more zeros on the scoreboard.
So I headed home to hugs and handshakes, and vowed to the cats and the walls and the sugar bowl to try again.
And so, on March 9, I will say goodbye again to Ruth and Emily, and Sam in college, headed on another quixotic road trip.
This one will be a lot shorter, about a month if I can handle it.
It will start in Tulsa, commence to Texas, Taos, then south to Bisbee to visit a friend who does work with the immigrants who cross the border, then Tucson, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Fort Bragg, Chico ... oh, you get the picture.
For a complete schedule: www.mikepalecek.com.
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