Dec 13 Trainwreck

It was Hanukkah, we heard through the Grapevine, that it was John’s melt in your mouth latkes, so we Came Together, spun the Dreidl, stood agape as Nathan’s first extended whistle instrumental solo took us High On a Mountain, above the ditches of Alabama, and though we found no Pilots, we ran down a Dream in a Trainwreck Carrying Jimmy Rodgers across a Border to a Stillhouse.