9047. THE CARAMEIN OF JERICHO

THE CARAMEIN 

OF JERICHO

He sells meats down on the corner;

small halves of ham, a shock of

baloney, or a special hunk of turkey

too. Sandwiches to order, if that's

your wish. In the Summer, facing 

the bay, there are umbrellas and

tables ready  -  sit a bit, have a bite.

It all makes sense later. Some two

years ago, there was bar just up 

the hill, always packed with

people and Beatles tribute bands;

it seemed anyway. More than not, 

I was mistaken  -  all those small 

town, makeshift county, garage

bands are alike. Funny names

and monikers -'Mama's Pajamas',

or 'The Diddle and the Deuce.'

Singing everything they can 

find to sing, from Credence

to the Dead, anything will

do. The bar burned one

night. After hours. Right,

the lightning came from

the sky. The Caramein 

of Jericho was high

again.