this scratchy throat / a worn-out guitar plays only / in the key of blue
from “Minneapolis and Back, Part 4”
this scratchy throat / a worn-out guitar plays only / in the key of blue
this scratchy throat / a worn-out guitar plays only / in the key of blue
the Mississippi River connects
home to here, Hermano. Umbilicaled
we never stray, do we?
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back under the big sky
the dirt unfurls west, a tired old flag
that calloused hands are still
unable to surrender
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