Friday, August 7, 2009
Things hidden, The Kentucky speedway and the train to funkytown
I hear Bob Dylan in Tom Petty. I hear the Beatles in ELO. The connection is easy. What? You missed it? Try again …. ….Its ok …..….I missed it the first time around too. But its there….clear as day. So clear in fact Im puzzled how I didn’t see it. How can you miss that??? Its not like its hidden AT ALL.
I’ve had things hidden from me in the past. And I confess, I have hidden things (albeit minor) from past partners (nothing in the fidelity arena…I walk like I talk). Boy that trust is a train. Im with ya. You wreck that thing and it does not come back. Betray a lovers trust and there is little left except lip service, the sounds of crickets and broken hearts. Done. Finito. Monogamy’s definition is not plural.
I’m pretty capable. Im not going to toot my horn too loud but I can work on more things than not. Dude that’s a trainwreck. Yeah……. I wanted it to go to funkytown and she wanted it to go to …..chaosville…...or some place…….no….no its busted. Yes I’m sure. I’m lookin right at it. What? ….. no I cant put it back on the tracks…..haha….. what? I guess Im walkin ….Its all good…...Ill rent a car in the next town….
The Kentucky speedway is new. Wide eyes and springy steps. Its Adrenalin junkie heaven. Vendors hawking dreams to grown men who are instantly boys again. The fans are walking souvenirs and colors are everywhere. The smell of grilled onions and steak is addictive and the lines move and buzz.. We dive in and the crowd swallows us like a swift tide….Tony Kanaan walks by. I enjoy the spoils of having the world reveal itself….Nothing hidden…It tastes ….….sweet. There will be no train wrecks today. …We catch the race and it’s a barnburner. Really.
I see a lot of train wrecks. I see a lot of people climb back in the train too. I see people in denial about being in train wrecks. What are you doing dude? Im fixing this train. Really???? You can do that? Some things seem obvious to me. Treat the train well. Take care of it. Its important. My heart is on that train. Ya know? And I am NOT taking the bus. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. Next stop…….funky town…….