Side A - Song 1
1) Beginning of the End
Striding toward me through the airport, the customs man is smiling. Most of me is still arriving from Belize City, Belize, though my body is definitely here in New Orleans, now.
Bag in hand, I stand. I watch him come.
& I don’t know shit about the end of this story...we just got here, only been living three weeks in Belize. Mary-Beth-North-Dakota-wife, is going under from the heat, & I’m her Johnny-James-sound-engineer who loves saunas & is only tired from installing Mr. Gorilla Burns,’ “Most incredible sound system in all of Belize! Best dance halls! Best ever!”
He’s thrilled they’re done, three night club bars, & all I have to do is run them, explain to Belizeans how this shit works. Belizeans, who are busy watching community t.v.s, adoring the glittering cities they see & the beautifully famous, the all-stars, the upper class. There are pitiful beggars in polyester rags who insect up to my staircase where I smoke. They think I’m one of those U.S. television wonders. They ask me for my lie, “No, I haven’t got any extra money, man.”
On the balcony, our children fool around with the pickny (the kids) they are meeting. They laugh over Lego’s, throw them from the railing. They clap, clap, clap, clap, clap as they fall.
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