Meltdown Days
Meltdown Days
And sell them down the river
To a Cajun shanty resting on the swamp knees of mangroves
Where are the miracles yells
Old woman time shakes the coins in her hair
And throws bones on porch boards
Ain’t no coming back from tomorrow
This is all you got
You get one time down the river
Before the angels hoist you up
The yardarms of the gospel ship and sail you up to heaven
Where is the love yells
Grandfather Jazz old black knuckles
Moon ripples on the bayou’s cool
Lace made of cream
Poured out of Gravity’s dance
With his memories of old French pirates
Keeping time in a rocking chair that says
Here and here and here and here
How do you keep them cries
Little girl cornrows and smiling
Dwarf star eyed and historied so that she’ll have
Time for them
When they get here
Before then
And after that
Time for them time
To get out the glass jars
And can them
