Jerry Christmas
PostPosted:Fri Dec 24, 2010 12:19 pm
T'was the night before a Dead show
and all through the place,
All the heads were dosed-
just trippin' to space.
Their joints were all rolled
with precision and care,
With hopes that St. Stephen
soon would be there.
The freaks were all nestled
all stoned in their beds,
While visions of Johanna
danced in their heads.
With me in my poncho
and her in my hand,
Just dying to hear
an "Uncle John's Band."
When out from the stage
there rose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see
what was the matter.
O'way to the stadium I flew
with my stash.
I kicked down the gate -
it fell with a crash.
The light from the orb
hanging so high,
Blinding me like I was
born crossed eyed.
And what to my red glossy
eye should appear,
A shadowed figure,
could it be Mr. Weir?
No, too big to be Bob,
too short to be Phil.
Could it be Mickey,Brent,
or perhaps even Bill?
He started to sing
and the sound from his lips,
Assured me at once
that he was Captain Trips.
His eyes how they twinkled,
his dimples how merry,
I exclaimed in excitement,
"Oh Wow! It's Jerry!"
I couldn't believe it
just Jerry and Me,
"Play something," I said
"Play Sugaree".
The Fat Man jammed -
he was on a roll,
With his sweet songs
he rocked my soul.
Jerry spoke once
and his message was plain,
"Gotta go now," he said
"It looks like rain."
But I heard him exclaim
as he walked out of sight,
"Good Lovin' to all and
I Bid You Goodnight."
