one friday night with jim morrison and elvis
gary jurechka
We were drinking one friday night
in a tacky bar in Ukachuk, Nebraska,
Jim Morrison, Elvis&me
we talked of politics&religion,
of music&art&philosophy,
& of sequined suits&rhinestone
studded cars,
and we all agreed
living obscurity was better than
dead fame
then Elvis threw up
and Morrison pissed on the floor
so I slipped out the door, saying
I was going to the bathroom,
sticking them with the tab.
Breathing deep the cool air,
I shook my head and vowed never
to drink with the dead again,
not even the living dead, and
I walked into the night.
