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"