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

 callin'

long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer

hey ho rock 'n roll

deliver me

from

 nowhere 

(open all night -b.springsteen)

 new jersey

march 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"

by

Mary Gauthier / Kerri Powers