here a few jokes
its called the old coots


i will go to the super bowl
and slip onto the field
at half time and
play my trombone
with the marching band
on national tv
i will spend the 2nd half
of the game in jail


i will knit micheal jackson
another glove
so he wont keep shivering
and grabbing himself
to get warm


i will eat blue-corn tortllas
and refried beans
and sit by the campfire
and sing
you are the wind beneath
my jeans

i will take little trips
inside my head and visit
with departed friends
i will dance with angels
whenever i hear the music