2080: Roustabout | Jack Ridl
"Roustabout"
Jack Ridl
It's a bed. Can't gripe.
Plenty of coffee. Have
my mug. Been here
with the show ten years.
Once took off to try
some factory work.
Hated it. Every day
was Monday. Always
the same place. Here it's
a new town, something
new to talk about, deal
with-mud, wind, broken
rigging, ripped canvas.
During matinees we bet
on Alfredo, if he'll try
a triple, and every night
after tear down, we see
if the town's got any action.
But you turn on a townie,
you're gone. One guy lost it
in Nebraska somewhere. "No
one pulls a knife on me," he
growled walking off the lot.
Most guys last two, three years.
A few jump mid-July. I can't
settle. Rather be nowhere, be
nobody. Put up the tent,
play some cards, during the show
take a nap, eat, tear down, roll up
the canvas, pull up the stakes.
Jack Ridl
It's a bed. Can't gripe.
Plenty of coffee. Have
my mug. Been here
with the show ten years.
Once took off to try
some factory work.
Hated it. Every day
was Monday. Always
the same place. Here it's
a new town, something
new to talk about, deal
with-mud, wind, broken
rigging, ripped canvas.
During matinees we bet
on Alfredo, if he'll try
a triple, and every night
after tear down, we see
if the town's got any action.
But you turn on a townie,
you're gone. One guy lost it
in Nebraska somewhere. "No
one pulls a knife on me," he
growled walking off the lot.
Most guys last two, three years.
A few jump mid-July. I can't
settle. Rather be nowhere, be
nobody. Put up the tent,
play some cards, during the show
take a nap, eat, tear down, roll up
the canvas, pull up the stakes.