I Wanted a Book!

Another memory from my 'Zen Mountain' year.
As my friend Chaz would have said, "This time of year the cheese is coming out of the ground."
We were talking up some girls who were there for the weekend, and he actually said "cheese" instead of "Chi's" And anyway Chi doesn't have a plural, like how electricity isn't pluralized.  Those girls laughed at him all weekend. Anyway, I think it's this gray spring weather, the 'chi,' which has evoked this sense memory in me.
   

I Wanted a Book!

On a day before computers,
I wanted a book,
  I wanted a book!
What book I wanted, I hadn’t a clue,
  or where go to ramble, or what all to do,
Nor where it resided, upon what old nook?
  yet I woud have it,
I was hooked or be crooked!

Hitchhiked to the bookstore in old town Woodstock,
  by thumbing and walking, an hour on the clock,
Quickly I assessed all their selections in stock,
Reading back covers, no, this can not be mine,
  or an ‘I might like to read this, it’s certainly fine,’
Until I came upon an empty inch,
  which the next book back leaned into,
And there, in there, belonged this book of mine,
  just I hadn’t yet written this fine book of mine

Then I bought a bus ticket to get a ride home,
  before which an hour or more, there alone,
I snuck in the graveyard to smoke me a joint,
  following in his prowler, the officer was on point,
And I, the proverbial ghost, haunting the weeds and bushes,
  paid the Judge twenty bucks on a Tuesday night fine

And that’s all that I’ve got for this book I’ve in mind