Poured some salsa into a silver bowl    Ate some chips and drank another Equis    Put Miles on the stereo--Kind of Blue--    Equis and enuie, they go hand in hand with you.       Kind of Blue's so easy, in a way--    Those guys: so completely in control,    Sayin' each and every thing they had to say,    One take wonders--on a sunny summer day.       (bridge)    Made me think about Jack Kerouac, I met him once--    A jazz-lovin' raving midnight endless drunk--    I pushed his car out of a ditch    And now his name has come to mean,    A highly specialized form of verbosity--(hey, life's a bitch).       This summer's been wet, so far;    As wet as an all night midtown New York bar.    As wet as all the tears I've cried about our shit.    And damned if now it's August, . . . isn't it?       At least this ain't no wistful September Song,    At most it ain't no Funny Valentine--    We're just sittin' right here rockin' on the porch, with hurricane season comin' on,    And 'Trane and Miles and all those cats are gone.