mervin

"Homeward bound I wish I was"

All these towns look the same, up and down the east coast;
South East, promised land, pink pick-up in the yard.
where Jimmy is something you drive not a poor boy setting himself on fire
while his guitar just weeps
and weeps

All these towns look the same.
Load in through the back door,
Step out through the front,
considering the likelihood of getting cancer from rubber stamps,
is it greater than cancer from short order food,
from too many cigarettes,
from bad PA's in juke joints
with shotgun shack acoustics.
juke
juke
juke

Bright light, fat beat
broken guitar string,
a drunkard's stagger, swagger, fall
hawk a t-shirt, sell a cd,
load out through the back door.

The big brown van says
juke
juke
juke
all the way home.

"Home where my thought's escaping ... home where my love lies waiting"

Home where we load in through the back door
go up front to get stamped,
brave the bright light , for burgers and a fat beat
juke
juke
juke
all the way home