The Devil and Our Heroine

When a Raven Becomes a Rook

If I knew the Shark (River) half as well as I know the South Shrewsbury (River), I would write the Better Duck Inn in there. “We” might just yet. I have good arguments for both locations. I will not bore you with them.

Oh, and welcome to the writer’s table at the Better Duck Inn, where digression and respite from American fascism are fist in glove, or gloved fist. You pick.

Raven, crow, rook, great horned owl, even: I have sympathy for all of them, and the Jersey Devil:

Yeow - Yeow - Yeow

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul an faith
I was 'round when Jesus Christ

Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzlin' you
Is the nature of my game

Stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tsar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank

Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah

Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, ah yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made

I shouted out
Who killed the Kennedy's
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste

And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reach Bombay

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzlin' you
Is the nature of my game, ah yeah
Ah get down, baby

(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
(Woo-woo)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's confusin' you
Is just the nature of my game, mm yeah
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails

Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste

Use all your well-learned politeness
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, mm yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, mm mean it
Get down

(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
Woo-who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah

Ah yeah
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame

Ooh-who
Ooh-who
Woo-who
Alright
Ooh-who-who
Ooh-who-who
Ooh-who-who
Ah, yeah

Ooh-who-who
Ooh-who-who
Ah, yeah
Ah, what's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Ooh-who-who
Ooh-who-who
Ooh-who-who
Ooh-who-who
Ooh-who-who
Ooh-who-who
Ooh-who-who
Yeah

I, for no other reason than simplicity, have chosen to nick name “the winged one” the MIC…As a tip of the hat to the Stone brothers of Fair Haven’s Navesink (deceased).

Our Heroine and the MIC could easily have met on either the Shark or the South Shrewsbury. While not biologically our heroine’s father, without the MIC, few of us would have been on either of these three Monmouth County rivers.

Recently, I described New Jersey as a fireworks factory with a nursery.

Can you see how the MIC might stand up to a giant reptile?

The Red Rocket, parked on paved sand between The South Shrewsbury River, and the Atlantic Ocean, all built since Sandy destroyed almost everything.