How Do You Know Jones
Does it matter? I could tell you but it’s
I know Jones. What difference does it
make – how?
I see Jones every morning in the mirror
and Jones knows me.
I have come to know Jones better, I
think, than Jones knows me. I have the
It’s not much of an edge but that’s all I
need — an edge.
The edge keeps both Jones and I on
our toes. Nimble. That edgi-ness.
It’s a matter of degrees, edges;
Absolutes? No way.
Jones loves absolutes, will try to
distract you with them —
Do not be distracted.
Stay on the edge. Keep the edge. The
edge, baby, the edge is everything.