the night time talk

i stare in silence...the joker in me stands up tall, tall as my shadow. he pokes at me sometimes. sometimes as in the case of 24*7. but i have my way for him. and it's funny i laugh at him out. maybe that's the reason why i prefer to hold 24*7 as 'sometimes'. people tell me to change, change your dress, change your attitude, cut your hair honey, remove your fuckin' beard you fuckin' bastard.i aint got no answer to why they do this to me. maybe for my good.or is it? now the joker in me sings along with them. what the heck!! now that's what i say out.. but it aint easy at times. goddammnit... now the day's last cigarette's over too.

the jukebox's playing 'like a rolling stone'. bob dylan. aah. now here's a guy i can talk about anytime. i have come a hell of a long way in my choice of music to take him up as my idol. he has this sharp nasal voice that can pierce even God's ears out. not the best way to appreciate your favourite artist. but i dare tell you his words are comparable to none. and when the words are sung with the striking melodious or in your case, noisy voice of his,you won't get past over it. he will tell you a story about a ghost comin' out of the sea to take away his love from the house carpenter. he sings about the fact that we gotta seve somebody no matter you are a lumberjack or the President of the US of A. he'll tell you about a how a farmer shot himself and his wife and five kids because he couldnt stay no more in his pathetic poor condition. ballad of hollis brown... i like this song, this song about this farmer called hollis brown. bob writes about mr. brown here.... you pray to the Lord above 'o! please send you a friend'... your empty pockets tell you that you ain't got no friend... God save his day. but well bobby here did change. he changed his style of music from time to time. folk, blues, RnR, swing, country, gospel, psychedelic, political...so why don't i???

my oh my!!! how long will i go? i don't even see the road. even if i do see it, it is never straight. it's got its curves and curls and twists and bends and what not?? you start to wonder if you have taken yourself enough of walking?? yes, you are!!! my joker calls out. no, i haven't. i whisper back. you're not even using the right vocabulary. yes, you are?? is that what you said? you gotta say yes, you have, you wacky nimrod, you headless moron, you good for no sense whatever!!! you see we all have a foundation of what we wanna be. it just ain't the same for any two bodies. people like different ways of living. i have mine. it's just about that simple. i am sorry you gotta wait. i'll come back to this later.

20 mins to 2 midnight. i open up a can of beer. another dylan song passed by. another dylan song follows. the air is hot and the fan does me no good. but i like it. i sing a few lines with bobby here. i guess no one's around listenin'. the beer tastes like marilyn monroe. sweet and bitter. you see you gotta know how to serve yourself a marilyn monroe. i am not the best when it comes down to girls, nor am i good at handling beer. so i guess for me, both of them taste sweet at times and bitter the others. but tonight it surely taste sweet. sweeter than our lady monroe. i pull out a cheap nasty tasting cigarette out of a pack. did i say my cigs were over? well sometimes, i joke up. and i suck at it. but these are my brands- cheap and nasty tasting. one puff of it and it gets the devil out out of you. it's harsh on your throat. but as usual, i like it. and yea i m liking the night. so i gotta go. but do keep yourself and your eyes wide open. i 'm gonna talk to you about ways of living the next time i come around. so keep knocking so that i may not forget. no, m not gonna sleep. yea, you heard me right when i said midnight a few moments back, but u see for me, the night is just about to begin. let me enjoy my night....( bob dylan continues singing)