"Bless me, Father - for I have busked."
"Tell me, my son, your midnight confessions."
"Forgive me Father - I confess.
I jumped in front of a parade,
brought pot back from Hawaii,
met Johnny Fox in Boulder,
hung out in Bob Dylan's old place in Santa Monica,
have been with Swiss supermodels,
barfed on the St. Louis church..."
"Which one, my son? There are many."
"That famous one in the French Quarter, Father...
met Alan Ginsberg in Boulder,
was kicked out of a Seville terrace singing Bob Dylan,
met Jim Cellini in Zurich,
busked with a stripper,
experienced Jerry Jeff Walker's NOLA Central Lockup,
was tipped by Arlo Guthrie,
...and that's about it."
"You are, indeed, blessed.
One 'Hail Mary' for each Sin, my son.
You've been very good."
