The Bluegrass Tavern Chronicles(Chapter 10)

 

                                        Tommy Cecil 

                                        Chapter 10

     Joe Lawrence loved music, all kinds too, and I admired that about him. He often had bands from our local area come to play on the weekends. My first intervention with Tommy Cecil was on a Friday Night, playing an Eagles’ song, James Dean, then he followed up with David Bowie’s Suffragette City. Damn, this blew me and the whole audience there away! Tommy had a gift that few could ever master in twenty lifetimes. 

     Tommy wasn't educated at Harvard or Princeton, yet you could certainly say his erudition was an innate musical phenomenon. I conjecture that Tommy’s French ancestry runs deep with Gallic euphonious minstrels. Tommy utilized this gift to perfection; one might even say he had a pact with the devil, or delved deep into the Codex Gigas, because he was a master. 

     Tommy was a quiet person and a man of few words, yet when he sang his songs the women hovered around him like ancient elders around a campfire. How could a person like Tommy conjure up so much talent from modest surroundings? 

Into The Oblivion

 

Hardesty Humor

 

Husband: Honey, can you please make my oatmeal less lumpy this morning? It is hard to swallow! 

Wife: She looks at him and grins. She continues to stir the oatmeal. Then drops a huge clump into his bowl.

Husband: Honey, it’s still lumpy! Didn’t you hear me? 

Wife: She grabs a skillet and knocks him upside his head! 

Husband: Honey, can you hand me a straw? 

- John Hardesty

The Sun

The Sun never shines out of fashion, always 

holding on to its fiducial light. Our Sun’s 

immortal stare is clinched there for time 

immemorial, never blinking, and solemnly and

steadfast blared through every Chinese and

Egyptian Dynasty’s demise, never wavered in 

its glorious gleam whilst the Romans slaughtered 

the Holy Jew, and never surrendered its glare 

when Fascism soared beneath the Sun’s breath. 

The Sun engulfed five mass extinctions, and 

charred the Brontosaurus, Stegosaurus, and 

the Tyrannosaurus. Watched the deluge cool

the Earth into the Ice Age.

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The Graveyards

We seldom visit the dead out of disrespect 

from laziness and neglect.

The moments of 

Jim Morrison

Jim Morrison was the Reptilian King,

Upon the highway an Indian’s spirit

Commandeered your fragile soul.

The Bohemian shrug,