There’s a little song swap tonight at Poor David’s. They come around not so often so I almost feel obligated to go. But, there’s an 8:00am conference call tomorrow that’s calling my name. Life’s little decisions.
This weekend, Austin was everything Austin is to me. The food at my favorite places, familiar faces. I saw music every evening except one and then I ended up at Waterloo that night anyway. Dallas needs it’s own Waterloo. Bills Records is like it in its collection of music but it’s missing a certain vibe. Today’s trip home was one of the fastest ever. Maybe because I left earlier than I ever have before or it’s just my mind was busy. Two, almost, poems in one trip…
#1 all cause i feel like loving you
and #2 Matagorda Sand
She’s kneeling in the Matagorda sand
with the Gulf of Mexico slipping through her hands
Though it’s beginning to rain
She can still see the sunset in the bay
She’s hoping the sound of the waves
will drown her tears and soothe her mind
she doesn’t ever remember feeling this sad
If only she could have it all back.
Dixie's Road Trip 