Cranked Twin

a cranked twin
a bottle of Mr. Daniel's sin
I wanna pack it all in
three heavy chords and
a telecaster on ten
hit the road with a band I hate
and love and hate and play with great
somebody else's credit card
and some realy big
big land shark
shove the throttle down hard
just climb in some wheels
let those tires squeal
llke thelma and louise
without the suicide
like Janis without the
addict inside
like Stevie in his prime
just point me anywhere there's a gig
and
let me drive
Cause around here
there's sure
a failure to thrive
or even arrive
at something sublime

"The law of diminishing returns never rests."
James Kunstler