Bawitaba da bang a dang -- A Lullaby by the Kid

And yet again, I find myself in a seat that is upholstered to look comfortable, but is in fact like sitting in a furry wheelbarrow. As usual, the stale air occasionally effervesces with the enchanting scent of Eau de Ashtray in a Gym Locker. I am here for 14 hours, on another night bus, this one to Seville.

It´s going to be a long night, and I hope to spend most of it unconcious. I look to my Ipod for sounds to block out those around me-- to help me sleep, upright, in a wheelbarrow bound for Iberian potholes. I look around for something that will do the job. Something that will calm me, soothe me, send my counted sheep bounding over the fence. But what can I choose? And then the choice is made, I close my eyes and the poetry comes to my ears....

Come clean, you know I will
Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still
I'm the illest fool, Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool
Fly like a seagull, kickin' like a mule
More jams than a beetle from Liverpool
I deliver fool


And Kid Rock did deliver. He laid the smack down on the Sandman, and I fell to sleep, remembering as I did that the boogy jumped up. I said up jumped the boogy.