Bindlestiff Blues

cover'd over with the moon backroad'n RFD, spare biscuit breakfast, flop house glad rags tied up on a bindle stick, down dog bark alleyways, as bridge span gypsies crouch split-bone knuckled, soul worn boondockers, gristle cracked now tin can feasted, wind whipped in a belt loop, frayed into a railyard stale coal house dusted, silence like a drumbeat, as mountains echo hinting driftsnow blowdown, vapor thrumming like thick cable, northron clipper come carbon arcing, harsh bitten as a cow catcher, cold iron given life, shaken snowflakes deadfall driftwood, blood pounded steam whistle, quick step gasping dead hand switched, desperate for a ladder rung, slide door framework boxcar straw flakes, ticket to the rising sun.