6956. I HAVE LEARNED HOW TO BREAK THE LOGJAM

I HAVE LEARNED HOW 

TO BREAK THE LOGJAM

Seven a.m. and the matinee blues have started

already. I have to go on at one. Nothing ready and

can't read my lines, let alone know them. Drunk like a

fig for four days already  -  I swear I never wanted this.

Much rather be in Albuquerque doing an Arthur Miller.

Here though, this slathered stage-door is covered in

debris and markings, and someone else has left a

puddle of piss in the entry. Nothing but filth lives

here when I'm away  -  that's the dark side, and the

one I never see. By contrast, they bow down to me.

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I don't know why, and I've weathered a lot of storms.

The limos pull up, and some hoodlum gets out instead,

demanding money and a free pass for his 'friend'. All I

can do is groan. 'I don't do tickets, sorry', would 

probably just get me killed. Listen, don't be me.

Though I have learned, yes, how to break the

logjam, it brings me nothing good at all.