I’m writing this on a Saturday night and that merits a poem:
JUKEBOX SATURDAY NIGHT
Here I sit in reverie as speakers thunder out
Chatanooga Choo Choo, Blues In The Night
And Beat Me Daddy Eight To The Bar
I belt out Night and Day with Sinatra
And whistle to Alexander’s Ragtime Band.What’s in a song but memories? The girls
We danced with, the night clubs that took
Our money, the early dawns that saw us to bed
The hangovers, those one after another flirtations
Oh, the music goes down and around, oh ho, oh hoAnd it comes out here by my rocking chair.
Reverie no longer equals recall for the muscles
That knew a hot beat at a younger age.
On this leather rocker arm, only my fingers
Dance to a Jukebox Saturday Night
Politics
Sitting here in my rocking chair I’m thinking, if the Democrats win in “08 as seems likely, this war, though started by Bush, will be the Democrat’s war to win or lose. This aimless banging away at Bush with resolutios and deadlines by Democrats when they know they can’t beat down his veto is such a waste of effort. They will need the Republicans , howeverr few they may be, to help set the country on the right track. To that end, I would like to see the Democrats concentrate on how we can undo the world view of an arrogant America, bring our troops home in a sensible manner (I think the Democrats will find they cannot pull the troops home nearly as soon as their rhetoric has promised), restore our defence forces to an effective strength level. These are big ticket items, and we shouldn’t wase amy more time bashing Bush, much as I would like to see him punished. Actually I feel a little sad about Bush. I thrilled to his response to 9/11. He rallied the nation and defeated the Taliban, setting up a new govennment in Afghanistan. He was my man. And then Iraq. Even as he was contemplating it out loud, I sent a protest e-mail (It was never acknowledge, nor was the one to Colin Powell). From then on he was downhill in my mind and in the country’s mind. I’m tempted to say I will never write of Bush again, but that would be foolish. His is our president and I have to respect the office he holds.,
Today’s Haiku
When you hoard the grain
And I starve to death
We both lose.
That’s 30 for today. Dean