For those who might have missed the 2010 edition of Dave's Green Salsa, this year has a music track and it's not as CREEPY as one of my commentators said... enjoy... I am right now on a few corn chips.
A few notes on the soundtrack... I picked a hot pepper originally from LA, and now lives in the LA in CA.... Hope Waits.. .what a great blues singer and this is one of her originals... and she ok'd her track now attached to a little salsa... she's a great soul.
For all you who are wondering... here is last year's from the creepy host of The Zemmy Show...
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Beware when you go on vacation
You might have your mindset calmed....
or you might fall madly in love with another waitress...
Back in August I met an angel I will never forget.
Time to kill, so why not in a hip part of steel town
Narrow road, red brick and yellow steel vignette
Whispers of steel workers told me to write them down.
I looked at the curbside sign for the Piccolo Forno
Smiled at the BYOB and decided to venture in
The smell of garlic, now I lust for a bordeaux.
To not feast on the moment would be a sin.
I find a spot against the wall with room to write
Focused and self absorbed I grab my pad & pen
Just as I begin a red leather menu is in my site
I instinctively thank her and begin to write again.
Moments later I hear “do you have any questions?”
I look up and suddenly am swept inside her eyes
We share a smile, “do you have a suggestion?”
I agreed to any she said, wow what a prize.
Her choppy black hair bangs and long neck
Quickly I thought this woman is Daphne Moon.
Jokingly I kept asking questions to hear to her talk
Papardelle, farro, Lemon Risotto, better order soon.
A panini with soppressata was it, and she left
Also with my thoughts as she turned so graceful
I tried to write but anticipated being bereft
And indeed left with only memories of an Allegheny angel
© Dave Schipper 2011 Rose Riversongs
As I signed the bill I looked down to see her name in the bill.... Sabrina... magical. I so highly recommend Piccolo Forno Lawrenceville (a neighborhood in Pittsburgh)... just watch out... you might fall in love again too...
or you might fall madly in love with another waitress...
Back in August I met an angel I will never forget.
Time to kill, so why not in a hip part of steel town
Narrow road, red brick and yellow steel vignette
Whispers of steel workers told me to write them down.
I looked at the curbside sign for the Piccolo Forno
Smiled at the BYOB and decided to venture in
The smell of garlic, now I lust for a bordeaux.
To not feast on the moment would be a sin.
I find a spot against the wall with room to write
Focused and self absorbed I grab my pad & pen
Just as I begin a red leather menu is in my site
I instinctively thank her and begin to write again.
Moments later I hear “do you have any questions?”
I look up and suddenly am swept inside her eyes
We share a smile, “do you have a suggestion?”
I agreed to any she said, wow what a prize.
Her choppy black hair bangs and long neck
Quickly I thought this woman is Daphne Moon.
Jokingly I kept asking questions to hear to her talk
Papardelle, farro, Lemon Risotto, better order soon.
A panini with soppressata was it, and she left
Also with my thoughts as she turned so graceful
I tried to write but anticipated being bereft
And indeed left with only memories of an Allegheny angel
© Dave Schipper 2011 Rose Riversongs
As I signed the bill I looked down to see her name in the bill.... Sabrina... magical. I so highly recommend Piccolo Forno Lawrenceville (a neighborhood in Pittsburgh)... just watch out... you might fall in love again too...
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