Busking on Broadway | In the Road | Chapter 5 | Update

Photo by Joshua Black Wilkens
Audio of John Thursday and Bonne Bouche busking on Broadway in Nashville, TN. 2006

In the Road | Chapter 5 | Nashville

Next week.

Busking can be Hell. Audio above recorded on mini-disc in the summer of 2006.

Washing Tomorrow’s Clothes,
No machine to overload.
Planning just one day ahead.
Oh where will we go?
Only tomorrow knows.
Maybe we will just make love instead.
A t-shirt and a pair of jeans,
Pair of shoes to chase my dreams,
Just for the fun of it.
Whisper and not a scream,
Walk away from the guillotine.
Making a run for it.
Cause being far away makes the perfect kind of alibi.

Outside the Perimeter – Part II

flash fic·tion noun

  1. fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer in its entirety.

Outside the Perimeter –By John Thursday

  1. a flash fiction prequel to In the Road by John Thursday.

Part II

Johnny peeled the pickle slice from his Sunday shirt and tossed it into his mouth with a snarl. Grabbing a tiny napkin from the silver table dispenser he dabbed at the stain left behind and glared at his older brother. 

What the Hell, Lane!?

You said you wanted it, Lane responded. 

Johnny! Susan snapped.

Look at my shirt! Johnny attempted a retort. It was no use. Shirts get dirty, under no circumstances do children cuss in public. Johnny’s great-grandfather, Papa, chewed his food serenely and smiled at the young boy before turning to Lane.

So you’re a wrastler now? he asked, using an Arcadian pronunciation that made Lane squirm.  

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I figured it out. I know what you want. It’s Poetry.

Scan #2

Driving into town I know there isn’t enough gas.
I get as close as I can and start walking;
The side of the highway isn’t designed for this –
There’s shit everywhere and the cars are a menace.
No longer equals, it’s me against them:
The guy you don’t want to be.

On cold days I wear a military issue, Vietnam-era, green army shirt over my black hoodie.
Between doctor appointments (the first is a test)
A man asks me what the church is having for lunch.
I take a minute,
War has moved out of the jungle and into the desert,
And they don’t make shirts like they used to.

On up the hill, on the edge of campus,
I used to blend in,
Who am I kidding
Dig for the dugout,
I might be dying,
But I have time to kill.

Back down the other side a girl steps in front of me,
A robust child slung over her shoulder
Staring at me.
I put kindness on my face just for him,
Just for a minute. After all,
These are the streets.

I cross to the hospital,
Pass the valet on my way to the bathroom.
All to myself
I risk it at the urinal,
Someone walks in midstream and I freeze.
I’d never make it in prison.

Three hours still to go and I’m hungry.
There’s a grocery store a couple blocks away,
I buy peanuts, bananas, and a jug of water,
Find a bench and enjoy my lunch.
A couple of men wait for the bus,
I want to give them peanuts in solidarity.

Back at the hospital I consider letting them know I’ve arrived,
But I don’t want to rush the results.
I find a chair in another department and sit down
With my plastic grocery bag
Full of peanut shells
And a jug of water.

Fifteen minutes to go and I tell them I’m there.
Right this way sir,
I scan her face for my results,
Someone from the team will be with you shortly.
Jesus. Here we go.
I need to get my car off the road.

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This week at the Joinerhouse

Here I am, on the road again.

It’s shaping up to be a big week at the Joinerhouse. We had a blast with Gainesville, Florida’s The Savants of Soul at the Nick Rocks on Sunday night. Monday I manged to get the transcipt up of In the Road – Chapter 1 in preperation for Tuesday’s publication of Chapter 2 (If you aren’t caught up now you aren’t far behind. Chapter 1 is only 18 minutes long). And to cap off the big week, Bonne Bouche and I are heading to Huntsville, Ala and the Copper Top Dive and Dine to play a John Thursday/Cafeteria show. I’m excited to have Bonne back on drums and backing vocals while Cafeteria bass player Dan Horrowitz rocks the stand-up bass. It’s going to be a rare chance to catch the once “most solid drummer in Nashville” so if you can make it to Huntsville Friday it’s going to be a special night. That’s it for tonight. Thanks for following along!

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