of thee i sing...

i remember laughter from the middle of an orange grove as our shadow eclipsed the moon
playing a borrowed mandolin as guthrie sang high harmony
being blanketed in the foothills of the sierra madre
i remember stonehenge
joe's pizza in the village
meeting the great actor
as i unloaded my gear
while he smoked his cigarette
feeling the muscle of the movie star
while we drank his whiskey
the bartender moaning at the lack of tip
the band ponying it up
almost meeting that scary author whose books i've never read
smoking weed all the while
the tails from two different kinds of blue whales
standing in the cold damp dressing room
as the beautiful singer from topsham
turned away to hide her tears
from the goodbye toasts at the end of our run
i remember waking up in chojo's front yard where the redwoods scraped the sky