Down Highway 61
A rusty carcass under the morning sun,
Old-school clothes and steel fuel tanks,
Ragged image of an unborn son,
Sweet kisses, greetings, and many thanks.
An empty bottle and half-full eyes,
A reflection of a prophesy long lost;
Brick by brick, stairway to paradise,
Step by step, your happiness is the cost.
Bent butt dancing to the mad, mad jazz,
Sweaty hands clapping out of tune,
Heavy boots of pilgrims and then at last
Comes the final blizzard amidst the June.
An ivy patters on the red right hand,
Drop by drop from your leaking pipes.
Heads stuffed with bollocks, eyes full of sand,
A tired expression of stars and stripes.
Eggs over easy with coffee could not prevent
What’s happened after you turned to the right:
A concrete rectangular monument
And a couple kissing under the dim blue light.
