Ritual Mystic Guitars

 The sunshine, the rain, the mountains the plains. Trevanian, Hesse, a man in a dress. Dylan and blues and cool hand Luke, just maybe the Waits that knows how to juke. JJ and Cash and Jimi and Snow, whiskey and Deadwood and maybe some blow. Flying and lying and cheating the cheats and Captain Fantastic and the CDB. Cain and the fable that maybe one day, the love of the past will sometime be gay. The light of the sun as its rounding the hill and the sound of the morning as I stiffen my quill.