Good Ol' Boy
There is on my wall
a relief map of Pennsylvania,
my place noted, in the
mountains, by a green
thumbtack.
I often wonder why I'm there. Here.
I often wonder why I'm here. There.
Deep into depression and words,
I stood in the john Sunday afternoon
The building almost empty
Drying my hands
Thinking . . .
Mississippi ippie yip
Where you goan man
Down and back
Where you goan
Railroad track
Mississippi ippie goan
Gone away and left it cryin
Gone away and see her dyin . . .
No, I would live in a cotton field
and be black
chocolate mud black
with great wide nose
and great hard arms . . .
Mississippi ippie yip
Where you goan man
Down and back
Where you goan
Railroad track . . .
edited version of #59