Get On Up!

I was probably gonna get lucky.

that's what I was thinking...

Which worked out well... since we were going to Vegas.  I was thinking about the Champagne waiting in our room

 (an anniversary surprise.. cause I'm that kinda guy).  

But I was also thinking about Sex

(cause I'm that kinda guy too).  

In my van I was leaving midtown but I was entering Motown.

"Sex Machine"... was playing.. James Brown (#334 on the list).. though I don't recall whether it was from my Ipod in the airplane way back then...  Or in the car.... speeding towards 11th street right here and now.

I remembered on the plane.. 2 rows ahead of me.. on the opposite side of the aisle.. I saw a preacher.. or a priest... or a minister of some sort.. (he was wearing a collar).. and suddenly I felt the overwhelming urge to confess.

I didn't do it.

What I would have said to him if I had confessed is "I'm sorry Holy Man.. I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

And in my minds eye the preacher would have said, "You seem troubled son...  Tell me what's on your mind".

And I would have said... You were right Father.  All of you in the 1950's and 60's were right...

Rock N Roll really is about Sex.

But Instead... I just sat there in my airplane seat... thinking about Champagne... and Sex.. And listening to.. "the God Father".. calling "It" up... like an ED add.

Get up!...
Get On Up! (echo)

As the plane taxi'd down the runway...  I imagined the Jet fuel spilling into "the can" for the 1500 degree pay off

(now that's hot)..

and the turbine engine lifted us off the ground.

And in the background.. I could hear him... still singing.

Get Up!
Get on Up! (echo)

And then.. suddenly.. we were gone!