DLR Poem.

[Blackflag]

On yesterday's show, somebody called in and said they liked some old poem of his.

What poem? Is there a copy of this damn poem in the forum?

[WOAHYEAH]

Get yourself a brand-new Maserati... Open the door; Smells like vinyl, Corners like a brick, no bottom end, no stereo to be found. Now You get yourself a Maserati With a little distance under the tire, A couple of good drinking stories Packed into the rearview mirror, Here let me adjust that for you. Open the door; smells like leather, Corners like a dream shot through the eye of a cloud, Tipped right off of Babe Ruth's ghost bat---Pow! And your legs are gonna get bumps Every time the bass man thumps. The choice is yours.... That's what I thought; me too.

Or,

There is a statue of a BUDDA in my driveway
Rigid and stiff
That's where the birds shit
And he deserves it
Me, like a blade of grass
I bend profoundly
No raindrops on me
The wind blows 'round me

Both taken from his book, and this very site.

[Dirty Duck]

I'm sure Dave has MANY poems since he is an avid reader.

I'm thinking it's the "Flexable" poem.

You can find it in his book: Crazy From The Heat....

Great poem indeed.

[Dirty Duck]

Originally posted by WOAHYEAH
Both taken from his book, and this very site.

There they is...

[Northern Girl]

Re: DLR Poem.

Originally posted by Blackflag
On yesterday's show, somebody called in and said they liked some old poem of his.

What poem? Is there a copy of this damn poem in the forum?

That was Shooter Jennings (Waylon's son) that brought that up. He says he keeps in on his refrigerator. It was called Catch the Cat...from Dave's book...it doesn't ring a bell at the moment, but I haven't read the book in awhile.

Shooter was great. He says "I grew up listening to Van Halen...the ONLY Van Halen...the FIRST one." He knows!

[Northern Girl]

Catch The Cat

The beer was spilled on the barroom floor,
And the shop was shut for the night,
When, out past the window came a small gray mouse
Who sat in the pale moonlight.
And he drank all the beer off that barroom floor,
And back on his haunches he sat
And all through the night, we could hear that mouse roar:
"Where is that fuckin' cat?"

I don't think Dave wrote that. Just used it in the book to make a point.

[Blackflag]

That's funny - thanks for finding it for me.