Jones’ guitar-playing hands, fretting
“Misirlou” over and over
and over and over
and over and over
until his arthritic thumbs
popped off. Mick grabbed
the phone, called Bianca,
and turned it on.
He got Bianca’s voicemail,
leaving the message “FUCK”
– then suddenly, he realized
it was his own
mother’s number! Panic-stricken, he
dialed the number again
with the same result.
[del]The End[/del]
Meanwhile, across town, Donovan
was mad about saffron
, oregano, sage, mace, ginger
(aka The Spice Girls)
and wild about Maryjane