Toe Jam

I just looked out my door, and half finished cup of coffee in my hand along with a soft...plump pumpkin/chocolate-chip cookie (I now find a deep preference to the soft...raised cookie...fond memories of home and when my Mom made them)...there is a dampness on the ground and a chill to the air...so I come inside shivering inside. I have grown so easy in my skin...'Lullaby' by Shawn Mullins is playing on the box...fitting...very fitting I think. Makes me reflect on my day before at work, and realize how much I am looking forward to Saturday and the start of a new work season. No...it will not change much, because the people will still be the same mixed bag...where ever I go in the city...or without. But it is more of a Mental significance...a different point of view. Every three months it is like shuffling a deck of cards in reality...everything remains the same...a king is still a king...a clown...is still a joker...but a different deck is introduced into the game...and so too the luck of the draw for a while? We shall see. I glanced into my fish bowl on the stand by the front door and smirk. My psycho Asian Fighter fish has killed his wife I think...she is belly up...that bastard! I am just not in the mood to deal with that right now...not when Paul Simon's 'Mother and child reunion' is playing...I want to dance. Reminds me of the line from an old Jamaican Rock Steady song, 'Come make we dance, dance, cause we no have no money...' I so remember those dance hall days of my early teens...I could stand at the front gate at 2 AM...or sit on the veranda at home and listen to King Tubby's sound system rocking the beer bottles on top of the huge speaker boxes over in Grants Pen. ...bass pumping in my veins. That is why we should live life...and create fond memories...it keeps the heart fresh and young. rub-a-dub is in the blood.