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Pastimes : Calling all SI Poets -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: MSB who wrote (1160)	11/9/1997 11:26:00 PM
From: greenspirit	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

Hi MSB, Oh no I didn't write it. A friend of mine emailed it to me and said he found it on the net. I thought it was pretty funny and you would enjoy it. Well, the overseas markets are looking pretty decent so your wish may be granted :-) Michael

To: MSB who wrote (1160)	11/12/1997 10:47:00 AM
From: jpmac	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 2095

these market days have this running thru my head. i'd love to change the tune and have a WAAYYY UP week.(g) here i am, lonely again stood by watching another dream reach its end called you up it was late last night said you were busy with no end in sight maybe i could just stop by rest on your couch awhile we could leave the t.v. on it's all night hum and you in the next room is all the company i need someone to say "hello, come on in it's cold outside how long has it been" it's been too long too many miles inbetween they say it's a new age i say it's a scheme to put a new face on the same old scene when suffering eclipses faith what's left for the poet to dream called you up it was late last night said my faith is low can you see the light maybe i could just stop by rest on your couch awhile we could leave the t.v. on it's all night hum and you in the next room is all the company i need jp 12/95 i wrote this of when i was on an allnight house roaming spree. i had an old friend in mind. many was the time in the past that i would be up, pacing the house at 3 in the morning. sleepless, thought unrelenting. and i would finally go out and get in my car and drive from s.f to l.a. i'd stop at the grapevine and call her up. she, without fail, would be happy to hear my voice and ask where i was. when i'd tell her, she'd say "well drive on over." ahh, those were good days in so many ways. i don't call these days except to leave a message on the machine so she knows i'm alive. whenever i'd call, she'd still ask where i was. with the notion i was close by. saying alambama just didn't cut it. too many trips planned that fell thru. we finally decided i'd just show up on her doorstep one day. there is the little matter of having lost her address. but i can worry about that when i get there.(g) one day. there's nothing quite as comforting as a warm kitchen, a cup of coffee, and a friend that's happy to see you even if you are a wretched, depressed wreck at the time.