Practice, Practice, Practice

Practice, Practice, Practice

Carnegie Hall in Haiku

Two nights of no sleep
Shorty’s 32 saved me
Ready to make rock

I went back to the doctor

I went back to the doctor

Surrounded by amps
We wrestled with The Real Me
Until it gave in

I went back to my mother

I went back to my mother

Tuesday night, strange bill
Some bands just don’t get it, man
But we made our mark

Never-the-damn-less
Patti Smith ruled the night with
My Generation

I ended up with the preacher

I ended up with the preacher