Scenes on Sunday ~ Sara
I am not a number, I am a free man
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jack collier
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basically, I can build anything
Sports Car Poetry
drive her like it’s your last day
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long wide roads
soft top hard driving
toward the setting sun
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
any colour you like
as long as she’s white
Tunes on Tuesday ~ Blues Brothers
everybody needs somebody to love
I first came across the Blues Brothers on a family vacation to Florida, which included visits to the theme parks. In Walt Disney World there was a street performance of Blues Brothers music, nerdy but great. I’ve liked the disreputable due ever since.
A black suit can look cool, but only if it’s clean and pressed.
Once in my lifetime I will perform that at a Karaoke pub.
Before you mock try following the dance moves.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Songs on Saturday ~ Chris Rea
I’m never going to wait in line again
This Chris Rea track speaks to me, he’s singing about how my life was, how it is, and how it’s going to be. I know that boardwalk and I know those streets. I know how it feels to be trapped , waiting in line, waiting for something better…. Not a VW, and California, not Europe.
With thanks to Paula Light for this prompt.
Pick up up your life, stop waiting, get on and do it.
Get a car, get a girl, and get out of town.
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Monochrome Monday ~ Arizona
in reality, the Arizona desert is monochromatic red
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
road trip
Red Rock State Park
(poetry anthology on Amazon)
Scenes on Sunday ~ Jerome, Arizona
at least Arizona is different
Arizona is also big and mostly empty
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I don’t know what happens upstairs
but they serve a great burger
Tunes on Tuesday ~ Hollywood Nights
nobody is perfect, but driving a Mustang is a start
Not everyone likes the Ford Mustang, and to be honest most of them drive like a barge. But, when I get to California I like to rent a Mustang convertible, just for the look of it. Believe it or not I actually like Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band.
And believe it or not I’ve never been to Hollywood.
Maybe my next trip, if I can find a cool girl to ride shotgun.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the last Mustang I drove
Scenes on Sunday ~ Take the Long Road
what can be better than a great road
with a cool girl riding shotgun?
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jackcollier7@talktalk.net
where all great road trips come to an end
Baring My Soul
to let go of the past, we first have to accept it
just one of the cars, just one of the hotels
For more than five years I was in a dysfunctional relationship with a woman I believed I cared for very deeply. Just about everything you can imagine being wrong, was wrong with that friendship ~ if that was what it was. And I was too willfully blind to see it. Call it lying to myself, or ignoring the obvious facts, or just call it denial. The plain truth was that because of my own unrealistic expectations, I was on a down-bound train to some very personal hell, and my conscious mind did not want to know.
My subconscious mind, my inner child knew all right. I spent years being miserable, torturing myself, and looking for some easy escape from my pain. I started to write this blog…. No that is not true, she found me through this blog, in March 2014, (or maybe earlier). What happened was that the things I started to write here changed. My posts became darker, filled with pain and angst as I tried to find some relief from my feelings. I went back to drinking, and every time my feelings got the better of me I would get the better of a few bottles of booze. I even tried therapy ~ although I never told my therapist the truth of it.
The worst thing I did was to invest more and more of myself in that one-sided relationship. I visited California often, and took my friend on great road trips, including to Wyoming to see the total eclipse of the sun. We went to some very expensive new-age seminars in Sedona AZ and Albuquerque NM. We found some great restaurants in Orange County, and breakfasted on the Queen Mary in Long Beach. I would send flowers and gifts on every possible occasion. And. I couldn’t see that everything I did made it worse.
Perhaps because I was going crazy during the coronavirus lockdown, but a couple of weeks ago I admitted to myself and others that I was in deep, deep trouble. Then I finally admitted why, and found the sense to tell my Californian friend that we needed to say goodbye.
I know that she is still in my mind, and will be for a while. But I have an Angel at my shoulder, and as long as she is watching over me I will stay free of the chains that once bound me.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
alone again, naturally
Tunes on Tuesday ~ The B52’s
before I talk, I should read a book
You know what? I never really understood that quotation ~ unless it’s about casual sex. If it comes right down to it, I never really understood why the trash culture B52’s were so popular in the 70s and 80s, especially here in England. Unless you happen to like Big Ugly Fat Fuckers. Anyhow, I liked Love Shack back then, and I still do. Perhaps I just like shacks.
Please listen remembering back-roads America.
I also like long road trips.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I wonder if Biden will have much use for the BUFFs
