That Rat With The Hot Nuts At Leroy's Corral - Poem by Hubert Wilson
Jumping literally at his big music chance.
Intrepid young veteran would play anywhere for his career to advance.
Making a desperate flight.
Into an old open cockpit Stearman biplane with a pilot not so bright!
Holding onto his only Fender Stratocaster.
Elderly sky writing pilot was going ever faster.
No way he was going to miss playing with the infamous Doug Clark.
Doing a gig with the bawdy Hot Nuts band might be his needed spark?
Racing over the Rojo River.
Improbable crazed pilot made him shiver.
X-ray of this pilot's head -
Fortuitously would have shown just enough brain cells were not dead!
Arriving over Leroy's Corral.
Nervous young passenger at the looney pilot began to yell.
Take him down to land.
Almost time to meet the colorful Hot Nuts band.
Shock turned to terror!
Told the the deranged pilot there was a communication error!
Impossible to land and he would simply have to parachute in!
Circling, looping and doing his frantic purple sky writing spin!
Gamble for fame -
Usual life- or one of rare musical acclaim?
Into the purple haze was his choice - screaming at the top of his voice!
Tightly gripping his precious electric guitar.
Arriving by parachute in the parking lot in a scene so bizarre!
Racing hot wind in his long black hair -
Incredibly frizzing it to a wide, rounded flare!
Shocking people on the ground seeing the flying brother -
Totally enthralled by the psychedelic Cherokeee garb from his mother!
Asked repeatedly, 'Are you experienced - or what with a chute? '
Nearly 30 jumps in the 101st Airborne showing he was astute!
Doug Clark was impressed by the unique display.
Reflecting if the young musician could versatilely play?
Openly asking him to play in any key - any manner.
Chose a song heard at Fort Campbell - the Star Spangled Banner!
Keeping his eyes fixed on the foxy lady in the crowd.
No wondering gypsy eyes for any other he allowed.
Really got the attention of all.
Overawed especially was the large RAT running out of the wall!
Leaping onto the stage -
Like part of the act to the audience of the Aquarian Age?
Perturbed to the extreme was young electric guitar sensation!
Absolutely HIS career ending aberration?
Really wanted to kill THAT rat!
Attacking him feverishly as if in hand to hand combat!
Taking off his cherished Stratocaster decibel blaster -
Raising it over his head and insanely smashing at THAT rat to plaster!
Oh, how the crowd loved it!
Overextended amplifier with freaky sounds continued to loudly emit!
Pursuing THAT rat to no end!
Expended guitarist started a trend?
Revealing later to Pearl, his Monterey friend, - THAT rat with the Hot
Nuts made his career start to ascend?
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