He walked home from the grocery store facing the wind…carrying bags of peanut butter….cereal…some white bread that was past date…a bottle of Mountain Dew…some Moon Pies… chocolate kind…

Went past the old General Electric building…El Amish Tacos…the 420 store…a tattoo parlor…walked by an old whore house they’d converted into a real estate office…gone were the individual rooms where carnal knowledge took place…shag carpets ripped up and replaced with hardwood floors…red porch light gone…just a dull yellow hue glowed into night…

And the bars along Broadway were still filled with working class joes…men drinking cans of Old Style…avoiding wives and women of all kinds…watchin’ Vanna spin the wheel…

Got to the train tracks and thought of leavin’ town…eatin’ peanut butter sandwiches all the way out to Denver…or Vegas…maybe get lost in the desert…maybe just get lost…

So he sat by the tracks waitin on the Southern Pacific to roll through town…was always waitin’ on somethin’…everybody in town was…waitin’ onna change…