Dear John

Monday comes too fast
Though the sky is so gray
You would hardly know the sun
Has come up at all.

When I stand up my head starts throbbing
So bad I have to sit back down
And wait for the pain
To subside. enough
To make it to the bathroom,
Swallow a hand full of pain killers,
And half a bottle of Maalox.

I stagger out to the car
Arguing with myself the whole way..

“Go back to bed!”
“Get the hell to work!”
“Go back to bed!”...

I start the engine and the radio comes on
And there is Big John blowing away.
I listen for three or four bars.
He gives me strength.


If he could make the gig and play like that
Strung out and hung over as he often was
Than what the hell have I got to complain about?
I put it into gear and rip out into the street.