Legendary Country Rocker

on tour, gone to the mountain, raising the roof, keeping time w/ the music of the spheres; down that old, ecstatic, out-of-the Way- honky tonk highway, a star blazing brighter in the mystery of the night in the heart of the desert. *** (Usury is dead, not God. There're no bloodied, dancing bears in the three-ring circus. There're no circuses. There's only bread. There's no organ grinder's cowed monkey, cap and beggar's cup in hand. Sweeping, the river runs fuller. Cacti grow taller, more thoroughgoing, desert blooms burgeoning, blooming richer in the moonlight.) *** Real deal, saint and sinner, hunkered thundering over his drum kit, and coolest in dark shades in the heat and glare of the spotlight, he beams, Buddha-like.