Wet July - Bill Hicks

Poured some salsa into a silver bowl

Ate some chips and drank another Equis

Put Miles on the stereo--Kind of Blue--

Equis and enuie, they go hand in hand with you

Kind of Blue’s so easy, in a way--

Those guys: so completely in control

Sayin' each and every thing they had to say

One take wonders--on a sunny summer day

(bridge)

Made me think about Jack Kerouac, I met him once--

A jazz-lovin' raving midnight endless drunk--

I pushed his car out of a ditch

And now his name has come to mean

A highly specialized form of verbosity--(hey, life’s a bitch)

This summer’s been wet, so far;

As wet as an all night midtown New York bar

As wet as all the tears I’ve cried about our shit

And damned if now it’s August,.

.. isn’t it?

At least this ain’t no wistful September Song

At most it ain’t no Funny Valentine--

We’re just sittin' right here rockin' on the porch, with hurricane season

comin' on

And 'Trane and Miles and all those cats are gone