What happens when William Butler Yeats, Tom Waits & Townes Van Zant walk into a bar where Ginsberg & Kerouac are shooting dice… well only Guy Clarke could dream up that scenario, and hell, it’s a scenario I would love to walk into!
It’s been a long time since I have listened to Guy Clarke, but his Cold Dog Soup, is truly one of the best riffs on poets and poetry.
There ain’t no money in poetry / that’s what sets the poet free / but I’ve had all the freedom I can stand.
Ah yes Guy… sweet sounds to end a sweet, sweet day.
* This Lost Shark went fishing today and folks, they were biting…