THE OAKIE FROM TIGERTAIL

THIS IS NOT A TALL
STORY OF BACKWOODS
AND GLORY,
OR A GUY WHO ONCE
LIVED IN A SHACK
HE WAS BORN AND BRED
HOLLYWOOD,
JUNGLE AND JOLLYWOOD
LOTS OF WILD THINGS
IN THAT HEAD,
WE SHARE THE STREET
WHERE OUR FAMILIES
MIGHT MEET,
WHERE THEY ZOOMED
ON HARLEY’S WITH
MCQUEEN AND CHARLEY,
WE DID THE BEACHES
AND WAVES,
AND LATER IN LIFE
FOUND THIS LOVELY
CONNECTION,
THE TIGERTAIL BRENTWOOD
AND FILM PERFECTION,
SO MEETING AS SORCERCERS
TO FOLLOW THE COURSE
OF MY WRITING AND
LIFE AND MY GAME,
HE JUMPED INTO PLACE
AND JOINED IN THE RACE
TO PUMP UP THE
FORTUNE AND FAME,
I ASSUMED WE WERE
HOOKED
BY THE MUSIC AND BOOKS
HE LOVES THE TALES
OF MYSTIC BIG SUR
AND JOINED ME
TO ORCHESTRATE
JUST WHAT WILL OCCUR,
I NEVER IMAGINED HIS
BOOTS AND BIG SMILE
WERE PART OF A
TREASURED FAN
OF THE YOKELS,
HE TURNS OUT TO
BE SO VERY COUNTRY,
AMONG THE DANDIFIED
LOCALS,

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THE MUSIC IS STRUMMED
THE LYRICS ARE
HUMMED, SOMEWHAT
SAPPY, CORNY AND DUMB,
BUT NEVERMIND,
HE’S OUT THERE BEHIND
OR IN FRONT OF THE BAND
MAKING A STAND
DANCING HIS LITTLE
HEART OUT,
WHILE I, INSTEAD
SEE FUCHSIA, NOT
RED,
PREFERRING TO
TWIST AND SHOUT,
SO THE ROCKER REMAINS
AND BARELY CONSTRAINS
A GIGGLE
WHEN THE COUNTRYFIED
MAN DOES HIS SWIRLY
SWEET STAND
AND MAYBE A BIT
OF A WIGGLE,
I FIND MYPEACE
WITH THE SWEET
RELEASE OF
THE FACT THAT
WE BOTH LOVE
THE MUSIC,
WE MEET IN THE
CENTER
AND HE IS MY MENTOR
ACROSS ALL THE LINES
WHERE WE SWING
AND SHINE!

©J.W. WINSLOW 7/1/15