The tale of Boycie, Whiskey, Spike and John Doggerel
John Doggerel, an entirely fictional character, was hiding in a ditch, hoping to stay hidden.
Boycie, alive as you or me, born on the bayou, smoked a cheroot and watched a paddle wheel river boat go by.
On the deck, glass in hand, Whiskey dreamed about spinning wheels, pretty girls and original songs.
Spike on a train, guitar in hand, staring into space, the wide river shining in the sun.
Noon. The mission bell tolled.
John Doggerel stirred, peered out and shook himself from head to toe.
