Midwest blues…
muttering bums walking through town…
talking to themselves…
of what once was…
the broken america…
looking at it in a rearview mirror…
thinking of love’s past…
money’s the honey…
and I knew these streets…
Austin Avenue….Belmont….Ashland…California….
some filled with young hipsters….
other streets spat upon by old weathered men….
grocery clerks no-longer carry groceries….
looking at it in a rearview mirror…
flickering neon marks a path…
down Lake where vagabonds and rustlers line-up for day jobs…junkies shoot…puff puff puff…
the whores walk these streets under a sign….FRESH KILLED LAMB….
and we’re waiting…and waiting…and waiting…
looking at it in a rearview mirror…
