Wednesday, May 22, 2013

5 A.M. oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop wipe the windshield check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home
Sit tight little mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 more hours but I'm coverin' ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations
 lost souls
long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer
hey ho rock 'n roll
deliver me
(open all night -b.springsteen)
 new jersey
march 2013

Thursday, May 9, 2013

More Mail Art I've Sent:

Myrtle Beach,
South Carolina
He's lying on the double bed acting self assured
in his t-shirt and his underwear he's barely said a word
she pours a cup of coffee lights the day's first cigarette
picks up the phone and calls her kids from the motel kitchenette
from "Camelot Motel"
Mary Gauthier / Kerri Powers