*POETRY WARNING* Another American Pie (much love to Mike Doughty)
Reading Slanky while I wait
From somewhere there was sweet perfume
While Don sang me a maudlin tune
Words and notes began to meld
With the spark of heat striking
Metal and I couldn't separate them,
and it didn't matter...
There we were all in one place -
You, me, the music, the spark, the Slanky,
The old man in the khaki pants chewing his calluses
And the greasy, gaptoothed-grinning muffler repair man.
Cut to 20 years later, from IAD through LAX to the Other Washington,
I find you in a 20-year-old journal thrown serendipitously into the travel-bag.
The universe is cyclical. We are all...
Slanky - M.Doughty
Don't just read it; buy it. I guarantee at least one new perspective for you - Cookie Monster if nothing else. I was mentally reciting Outlying Seattle as I rode the LINK to SeaTac. My favorite is the one about butter-churning, though. Also, I want to say the title of the poem referenced is actually Bicostal, but "Transatlantic" is what was written in my journal, so there it remains.