Hand to hold
At the denouement
We peer from our high bluff
Looking back
Upon all we bore
The deep black nights
And bleary red mornings
Seeing in this moment how the p a t i e n c e
The crazed commitment
With no certain hope of reward
Somehow
Miraculously
Paid off
Knowing that
Though we were insane to believe
In the h a n d we held
The universe saw our insanity
And raised the ante
And on a
bluff
We snatched the pot.
Words are my own.
©2017
Runaway American Dream 
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Very nice. Like how you got some Gregg in there, too.
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Thought you’d like that.
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Can I take some credit for the Allmanization of Runaway American Dream? Or were, as a singer, already there?
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You’ve influenced my tastes quite a bit over the past year or so, Jim.
I liked the Allmans but it was your passion that made me look deeper. Plus coming to America over these past three years has got me searching for the ‘authentic’ American sound. I was always more of an Anglophile in my youth.
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You guys have some pretty good stuff going on over in Oz. Me, I’m a total Anglophile. Love the music and the people. BTW, have you listened to Van Zandt’s new album? Good stuff. Right up your alley. Maybe you reviewed it, I forget. Mea culpa, if so.
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I have it and love it. He’s never sounded better. I’ll be doing something on it when the chance arises.
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