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Ode To Mojo & The Train
Lost myself, couldn't find
the smile
In the brown-bottle
long-walks
or written-word
The song was lost
CD's crackled
like old
vinyl
and
even the
digital drive
found a horse
to kill the tracks
Woke up, thinking
must be more to life
MORE
than searching for
the next mini-skirt
next razor-blade
next ten-bucks
next cigar-ette
next brown-bottle
Used the kids
as purpose for life
kept the strength
of restraint
held it in my scrotum
Dealt with
the old man's
oxygen
Dealt with
the old lady's
blood transfusion
left the
hospital doors
lit a cigarette
Watched
the smoke
bellow, through
the icy cold
winter-evening
air
Remembered the song
the old man sang to
me, as a kid
Don't have a clue
why it stuck to
forty years
of hard-core
life
on the wrong side
of the railway
tracks
But it stuck
He'd chorus
without tune
rhythm on point
could
strike a guitar
chord
with style
The song has
me thinking
The lesson
needs to be learnt
so I'll leave
the chorus
here
in hope
it'll
help
me catch the
train
"You gotta know when to hold em
Know when to fold em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
when you
sitting at the table
there'll be time
enough for counting
when the dealing is done."
Have to wonder
my old man
was never
a gambling-man
Played
that song
'till the
vinyl
was anorexic
looked
like
cling-wrap
[.]
Note: The use of lyrics of Kenny Rogers masterful song in this piece is for explanation purposes only, and remain the sole property of the artist.
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