Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Twas the night before XMas

When all through the house
Not a creature was staring
Not even a mouse
The stockings were hung
By the chimney with
With hopes that Saint Nicolas
Soon will be there....

I'll miss the streets you walked and the CBGB's late evening shows..
Hope I can take you to the Catskills, walk down Camelot Road and play a gig at the Joyous Lake.