There’s rythmn n the air tonight ~
Henry Lee (Hooker) Lucowski, born between a rock and a palm tree, a living doll, argent eyes and long hair. Earnest to the bone, too big for his shoes, born a misfit, ornery and waspish.
Listening to the Rolling Stones on W0MS, Mississippi radio, moon beams and an anthem coming out of the radio. Drinking Jasmine Tea, smoking tea, drinking mint juleps out of a green coconut, snorting thimbles of cocaine.
These are the glory days….
Henry, thinking aloud and talking to himself, shrugging, hunched over, scratching his head, beatific, delighted, burnt opiates, rocking n rolling with little queenie, dancing with Etta James, rubies and Black Beauty.
Henry, scratching all over, watching Taxi and Ernie Kovacs reruns on TV, happy as a pig in shit, feeling organic, reading High Times, head knelt down before his typewriter, coming down.
There’s rythmn n the air tonight ~
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