Hobo Jungle

[Daisy]

ps. yesters T took me on a winter drive and after a while he pulled over and showed me this amazing steam engine by the side of the road! So cool and beautiful and huge, I'd never seen one before, I don't think. I even climbed right on it, could see the coal box and controls and everything.

[2railjon]

Dazzie. We're talking about "guy" stuff. Guy stuff is different then when women get together and talk about "girl" stuff. I think. I'm not a girl, so I'm making sort of a judgement call here. I think anyways. Snowing up there tonight?

[P&R Pete]

Hey Gomer! Shot of Crown Royal, please.
My damn feline slept on my head last night.
All day long I got the taste of pussy(cat) in my mouth!

(Hobo tosses back the shot, gargles for a moment, slugs it down).

Dang, got a full 10 inches of snow last night. What'd y'all get on your side of the yard?

Gomer, need a Labatts to chase that with! And one of your half-pound burgers, lots of onion! Made a few bucks shoveling today. I'm flush! Give these two bums and the lady another of whatever juice they're drinking.

[Tramp]

I have the photos to prove it. D with smokebox, D with smokebox clutching reversing lever, D fondling pressure gauge, etc. Anyone want to see them?








Nope. There is nothing like warm tight flesh against cold iron.






Pete, you got 10 inches tonight all right.

[2railjon]

That's what I love about the jungle and Gomers. You just never know when the "regulars" are gonna shuffle in.

[2railjon]

Sunset Grill
Don Henley

Let’s go down to the sunset grill
We can watch the working girls go by
Watch the basket people walk around and
Mumble
And stare out at the auburn sky
There’s an old man there from the old world
To him, it’s all the same
Calls all his customers by name
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
You see a lot more meanness in the city
It’s the kind that tears you up inside
Hard to come away with anything that feels
Like dignity
Hard to get home with any pride
These days a man makes you somethin’
And you never see his face
But there is no hiding place
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Respectable little murders pay
They get more respectable every day
Don’t worry girl, I’m gonna stick by you
And someday soon we’re gonna get in that
Car and get outta here
Let’s go down to the sunset grill
Watch the working girls go by
Watch the basket people walk around and
Mumble
And gaze out at the auburn sky
Maybe we’ll leave come springtime
Meanwhile, have another beer
What would we do without these jerks
Anyway?
Besides, all our friends are here
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill
Down at the sunset grill

[P&R Pete]

Yup. Nice to have a place's like Gomers, and the Jungle, and friends to be there with. Riches come in friendships. I'll be sorry when it's over.

Tramp, I'd like to place an order for pic #2. If you'd be so kind.
Hurry the hell up with it, too. Before she changes her mind.

[Tramp]

Pete, why would it end? Train ends, man knows another comin' before too long.

Pic 2 sold out. Sorry.

[P&R Pete]

Drat.

Now I need another shot.

Thanks Tramp. Least you could do, since you can't deliver the proof.
What is this stuff, anyway?

[P&R Pete]

Hobo finishes his beer, sets the bottle with a soft clink on the stained wood, tugs his wool cap and gloves, pulls the barroom door closed behind him. Boots scuffing the dirt, he listens to the hollow whistle of wind in pine, watches woodsmoke from a chimney curl horizontal, this bitter wind cold as his father’s grave. He looks back at Gomers, the neon faded into the gloom. The match flares, catches paper and wood, blanket drawn tight, half-moon racing past whipping clouds, his dreams filled with crazy images of stinging-faces and sounds of footsteps approaching in the night. As he awakens briefly to the pop and crackle of his fire, he swears to himself... he will never drink that damn stuff Tramp bought him ever again.

[P&R Pete]

[Tramp]

Thanks, Pete. That was really nice.

[P&R Pete]

Dennis, every d*mn night I forget, and every next morning I'm at it again. What's a poor hobo to do?

Do I get ass-amnesia? Is it the demon rum? One too many hits in the sixties? Am I all alone here?

[P&R Pete]

Is this where I went wrong? Should I have turned left?

[P&R Pete]

I always heard that his herb was top shelf
I just couldn't wait to find out for myself
"Don't knock it till you tried it", well I tried it my friend
I'll never smoke weed with Gomer again

I learned a hard lesson in a small Texas town
He fired up a fat boy and he passed him around
The last words I spoke before they tucked me in
I'll never smoke weed with Gomer again

I'll never smoke weed with Gomer again
My party's all over before it began
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Gomer again

I hopped on his old bus, the Honeysuckle Rose
The party was Vegas, it was after the show
Alone in the front lounge, just me and him
With one parting puff, grim reaper set in

I'll never smoke weed with Gomer again
My party's all over before it began
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Gomer again

Now we're passing the guitar, telling good jokes
I know ones a-coming cause I'm smelling smoke
No I do not partake, I just let it pass by
With a smile on my face and a great contact high

I'll never smoke weed with Gomer again
My party's all over before it began
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Gomer again

In the fetal position with drool on my chin
I messed up and smoked weed with Gomer again



(apol to TK)