dirty water

coming out of north africa with freidrick the german on an old BSA motorcyle i named the witch because she had a habit of breaking down at the worst possible moments and she didn't let us down, finally wheezing to an oily finale, throwing a rod somewhere in afganistan. we walked for miles coming to a broken down lorry, the driver sitting along side the road smoking a pipe which is where we all sat for the next three days, and lay under the truck when it rained waiting for a ride. i had to clean myself in dirty water, and we had nothing to eat. we just sat and waited and threw stones across the road and periodically freidrick would go over and try to kick start the bike. the point of the story is sometimes you do have to clean youself with dirty water, make the best of it while you're waiting for something else to come along. i was really good at that when i was young, because i didn't have any money, i had to learn to get by, be patient, see what came down the road. eventually another truck came by and we left the witch along side the road, and the truck driver that picked us up had some food he shared and we ate. i had gotten to know the underneath of that truck we slept under pretty well and i was sorry to see it go, it had keep us dry. the witch, well she'd was another story and i'd love to say she was an adventure, and she had been a sort of transportation but she mostly broke my back. but i'm grateful to her, she taught me a valuable lesson, you never know when something bad is going to become something good. bless you witch. it's a good line for a blues song i think, i like the sound of it, you've got to clean yourself in dirty waaater, yeah baby. jgk