Bedtime Stories
It was an old crow medicine show
At the border of Louisiana
I was looking east toward savannah
Caught a train out of Jackson
Now I’m stranded somewhere near Atlanta
Sing me asleep, in a midnight hour
Sing me away, like a folktale crier
Sing me asleep, on the back of the bus
Sing me away, you’re the only one I trust
Back in Kansas City
Lost my shadow on the rails
Found myself no pity
In the land of poverty tales
Vouching for a pass
Last stop for the Jefferson bus line
Bed time stories
Were nothing more than lies
Found a trail of tears
Collecting my wildflowers in spine
Sing me asleep, in a midnight hour
Sing me away, like a folktale crier
Sing me asleep, on the back of the bus
Sing me away, you’re the only one I trust
Heard the banjo playing
Missed the band wagon
Trying to hear
What the old man was saying
Heard the last call for supper
Persimmons unripe with a pucker
Learned the art of resilience
From a west bound trucker
"Tales of a no one"
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2009
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