Band-Aid Muse-Ick Mash-Up (The Touring Life) by Ayla Rogers

Band-Aid Muse-Ick Mash-Up

(The Touring Life) by Ayla Rogers

Hit the hay!

Four to wake.

To start the day,

We like to bake, and break the eggs

Against the heads

Of Lyle guitars

That break-too-fast,

And kids who tell us, “punk is dead.”

The coffee never seems to last,

But we’ll enjoy it while it’s here.

‘Cause soon the noon will come and go,

So we can swap caffeine for beer.

Marmalade session,

Jam band bangers and mash.

Just one more lesson--gulp the O.J. and hash!

Gotta vacuum the van floor before we can smash-up

The mash-up we made,

From the track that we laid

On all last night,

Looking at the stars in our eyes.

Golden threads through our sight

Make the halves hard to light,

And every glance a bold surprise,

Reminding us why we’re here.

Running like we’re living on the lam,

Chilling like it’s summer every day.

Making messes, “Why’d you dump out the snacks, man?”

Never minding, “Dude, let the chips fall where they may.”

“I really wanted to pick up some knickknacks, guys.”

“Some returnable souvenir shot-glasses?”

We gift more dime-sacks than we buy,

To every kid who stops or passes.

‘Cause we’ve got it golden, baby,

On this rest stop bathroom thrown,

And if you got too low down, maybe

You can reach Ralph on the phone.

But we’ve held it down all evening,

And you’re feelin’ pretty fly.

Almost ready to be leaving

When, out the corner of your eye

You notice something missing,

And it starts to take its toll.

Looks like they’re out of paper! Pissing,

Searching for another roll.

Just like the line from a song from last night,

The sign says you gotta “PUSH”!

And you’re thankful for the insight,

After 13 cans of Busch. 

Back to the van.