The Mississippi Delta is Shining Like a National Guitar
I’ve never woken up in Memphis before and already
there’s a hangover of sorts. I’m going need the day
to flush out Los Angeles. First on the docket is
buying a postcard with a picture of ducks on it.
Second, breakfast at a place that chases the sun.
The amount of humidity is fist fighting with the
available oxygen, and we’re putting on all the
loose clothing. We’re detaching our hair from
our heads. We’ve got biscuits in our future,
Addie just wants to rock and roll all night, which
is a hell of thing to see this early in the morning.
We are going to Graceland.