Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Scene #5 [Song #8-Wheelchair by the Door]

Scene 5

The diner, after closing. The diner is empty except for the Cook, Cashier, a Bass player, and Catfish. They are getting ready to practice together—the Cook plays guitar, the Cashier plays drums. There is a large digital clock on a wall.  It is a little after 9:00 pm

 Cook: So what do you got?

Catfish: Let’s do a 12 bar in D

Cashier: You heard the man, 12 bar in D boys, hit it

[listen to my recording of "Wheelchair by the Door'" on this YouTube link:]


 Song 8: Wheelchair by the Door

Catfish: HE’S AN OLD MAN OF NINTEY
THE WHEELCHAIR’S BY THE DOOR
He thinks his friends are coming
but they died in the War
He knows that you are family
but your name he can't recall
and if you can't see the Beauty,
you can't see at all
yeah, if you can't see the Beauty
you can't see at all

She's the Old Lady in the shoe,
gets by on that Social Security check
But she'll break out the best china
“Ain’t no trouble, what the heck”
the steaks are thick and juicy
when you leave, she asks you to call
and if you can't see the Beauty,
you can't see at all
Yeah, I tell you she's a Beauty
but you don't see at all

The wind was blowing trash
down this God-damned, lousy street
and I swear it was a week
since I last had a bite to eat
when I first picked up this harp
played it, and Man, I had a ball
and if you can't hear the Beauty
you can't hear at all
YEH, If you can't hear the Beauty
you can't hear at all 


Catfish: Well what do you think?

Cashier: I think it’s getting late

Cook: (loud yawn, as he rubs his eyes) Raaaaah! Oh my, look at the time.  We got a busy today tomorrow

Catfish: (looking at a digital clock on the wall, it reads 9:15 or around there) Late, huh,
even in Minnesota we’d stay up ‘til 9:30

Cashier: Well, this is Chicago, chief, and it’s late

Cook: Yes, We need to lock up now and get on home, and uh, we’ll let you know

Catfish: Sure, Of course, well thanks,

Catfish exits the diner. Behind him, the Cook holds his nose and laughs silently, as the Cashier nods in agreement. Blackout.


The End

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