Tales Of A Drunken Cabin Boy Entry #4

September 7th, 2015.

Written to- "Groove Remote (Lockjaw)" By Jim Lang

Something about the Saxophone in this song, makes me wish I was walking alongside a dearest friend in the days of winter blues. Lit cigarettes dodging the drizzles of snow, while the sidewalks led us block after block, until the unbearable negative temperature sent us home to warm alcohol and home cooked meals. The relief of taking off our winter coats and laughing around the dinner table, tipsy from whiskey and beer, makes me want to sit in those wooden white chairs once more. 

    Often, my mate and I would head downtown to export all the pent up alcohol into drunken foolishness. Heckling, ranting on the goals we wished to share. We disregarded everything our girlfriends had said, we felt free around the closed in concrete city. The morning regret and throbbing headaches only hours of rest could eliminate were put too wait, as another shot was ready to be poured.  

Chicago where did you go, the windy city blew me away back to the disheveled town of dead ends.

This is no home, these are handcuffs... I just need to find that misplaced key...

Until next time, 

                        Your Cabin Boy.

Author's Note

Have a Ball.

Reviews

[Elaine]

Havin a ball. Will have to add these to my library to give a listen later.