Overheard at Booth 2: Pillow Talk

 

Margaret of the red hair and light blue eyes, sunlight smiles and summer kisses, drinking coffee in the morning (one cup, no cream, no sugar), always with a gaze toward the adventures that lay ahead for the rest of the day.  Margaret was peaceful for the moments in the morning, a gathering of the energy that she would release in a slow-motion explosion across every hour that crested across the firmament until sundown.

Overheard at Table 3: Unloading Trailers

I couldn't get Jesus and Luis to unload the trailer by the hour, so I had to go get day labor  to get it unloaded.  I spent $300 out of my own pocket to go find guys at Home Depot to unload.  The temp service wouldn't send anybody for 48 hours.   I got another load of blow coming tomorrow, and a batt trailer the day after that.

Overheard at Table 3: "I'm Looking Through You" by Eleine

 

Eleine "Enemies"

I heard this and after that, my feed came at me with The Beatles "I'm Looking Through You" and I suddenly had the idea for an anthemic metal cover of that song.

Hear me out!

The deep throat guy growl sings the part "why tell me why did you not treat me right?  Love has a NASTY habit of DISAPPEARING OVERNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!"

This could work.

Overheard at Booth 5: Serf and Terf

Cy Berk Riminal: TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN!

Ching O'Madre: That's not what their Y chromosome says.

Overheard at Table 4: Notes from a future SC "The Brilliant Dance"

 from whatever Salinghetti Chronilce this song winds up on...

Dashboard Confessional

"The Brilliant Dance"

"Find a peace pick it up

all down

that's what they say

    but they lie."

Breaking is a finest find that 

burned this morning

down.

MR

2021-0121

Overheard at Table 2: The SeeSaw

https://www.theartnewspaper.com/news/seesaw-installation-at-us-mexico-border-wins-design-of-the-year-award

Day 706

 

Some build walls.

Others build see-saws to bridge those walls.

 

True power is in adaption.

from NOTES FROM NATIONAL EMERGENCY

Overheard at Booth 3: idea for song

 

Every Dawn

                D                             C                                 G

They never knew you worked for years to get us here.

 

Walking twenty miles a day to sell your wares.

 

With a needle and the thread long past midnight

 

And every morning that dawned you would start it all again.

 

 

And then the dawn came and finally you escaped.

He bought a house where you could stay

Your hands they slapped the masa into three meals a day

And you nietoes grew up in the language of this strange place.

 

And then one day you broke your wrist and everything changed

The body you once knew began to fail.

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[need last two lines]

keep at three stanzas, no chorus

MR

2021-0119