Saturday, December 18, 2004
Sequence from the 1980's [Call It a Blues]
Where the railroad lays down
a track of darkness,
a work engine rattles its chain,
shoving & pulling empty cars
to a factory’s back door.
The only open tavern
on this lonely stretch of avenue
has a screen door. Each glass shade
hanging above the bar
has the name of a brand of beer.
The customers sit out of sight.
I hear a woman’s loud laugh
spill into a coughing fit.
Someone breaks a rack of pool.
O those blue country song lyrics.
A distant whistle exhales skeletons.
**
the sky was in a panic
of bright flashes,
smoke from the refinery
smothered the highway.
a door opened in the west,
instantaneous explosions
pounded the car ó
broadcast static on the radio.
**
all of the frowning young women
with similar haircuts
were dressed in black,
some of them posing
an indeterminate
sexuality.
When the dancing began,
Jim said, Grab yourself
a woman, Bobby.
© 1988 by Bob Rixon
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"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
Where the railroad lays down
a track of darkness,
a work engine rattles its chain,
shoving & pulling empty cars
to a factory’s back door.
The only open tavern
on this lonely stretch of avenue
has a screen door. Each glass shade
hanging above the bar
has the name of a brand of beer.
The customers sit out of sight.
I hear a woman’s loud laugh
spill into a coughing fit.
Someone breaks a rack of pool.
O those blue country song lyrics.
A distant whistle exhales skeletons.
**
the sky was in a panic
of bright flashes,
smoke from the refinery
smothered the highway.
a door opened in the west,
instantaneous explosions
pounded the car ó
broadcast static on the radio.
**
all of the frowning young women
with similar haircuts
were dressed in black,
some of them posing
an indeterminate
sexuality.
When the dancing began,
Jim said, Grab yourself
a woman, Bobby.
© 1988 by Bob Rixon
Add YOUR comments here
