The Highway's Jammed With Broken Heroes...
...On a last chance power drive.
Spent a long time thinking about John Lennon this week. It's been thirty years since he was gunned down after signing an autograph for a loser-son-of-a-bitch-that-robbed-the-world-of-fifty-years-of-great-music.
I remember writing a term paper about him when I was in college. The theme of my paper was the strengths of Lennon as a great writer. I got an A. He was terrific.
And I thought of Bruce and how much he's meant to me. And tonight I sort of got caught in a line of traffic and thought of the same thing I always think of...the highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive....
And I passed by the guy to the left and the guy to the right and I saw the lost look on the faces of the tired drivers and the broken heroes line buzzed through my head like a bumblebee.
And John Lennon's Imagine and Lennon's Watching the Wheels, my two favorite Lennon efforts, and I know them all, went ricocheting around my brain.
And what a tragedy that is, right?
Lennon would have been 70 this year. He died at 40. Think of that. One of the Beatles died at freaking 40!
I am the Walrus played on my I-Pod, followed by a Day in the Life (which would be a hit if released tomorrow)and what a freaking shame.
What a freaking shame.
Way too young! At no apparent reason. Way before he was done giving to the world.
And why?
Who the hell knows why.
Who the hell knows why? I know of someone even better then Lennon who's life was cut short...
...So, I was stuck in traffic this evening. I was too tired. I stepped into the house and my wife smiled.
"Why are you late?" she asked.
Could I say that it was because John Lennon died?
That probably wouldn't work.
I got depressed listening to music?
That wouldn't work, either.
"The highway was jammed with broken heroes," I said.
"On a last chance power drive?" Kathy asked.
You gotta' love my wife, huh?
Spent a long time thinking about John Lennon this week. It's been thirty years since he was gunned down after signing an autograph for a loser-son-of-a-bitch-that-robbed-the-world-of-fifty-years-of-great-music.
I remember writing a term paper about him when I was in college. The theme of my paper was the strengths of Lennon as a great writer. I got an A. He was terrific.
And I thought of Bruce and how much he's meant to me. And tonight I sort of got caught in a line of traffic and thought of the same thing I always think of...the highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive....
And I passed by the guy to the left and the guy to the right and I saw the lost look on the faces of the tired drivers and the broken heroes line buzzed through my head like a bumblebee.
And John Lennon's Imagine and Lennon's Watching the Wheels, my two favorite Lennon efforts, and I know them all, went ricocheting around my brain.
And what a tragedy that is, right?
Lennon would have been 70 this year. He died at 40. Think of that. One of the Beatles died at freaking 40!
I am the Walrus played on my I-Pod, followed by a Day in the Life (which would be a hit if released tomorrow)and what a freaking shame.
What a freaking shame.
Way too young! At no apparent reason. Way before he was done giving to the world.
And why?
Who the hell knows why.
Who the hell knows why? I know of someone even better then Lennon who's life was cut short...
...So, I was stuck in traffic this evening. I was too tired. I stepped into the house and my wife smiled.
"Why are you late?" she asked.
Could I say that it was because John Lennon died?
That probably wouldn't work.
I got depressed listening to music?
That wouldn't work, either.
"The highway was jammed with broken heroes," I said.
"On a last chance power drive?" Kathy asked.
You gotta' love my wife, huh?
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